"A cool oil bath? Really?" Curling his fingers, Tarn works a particularly sensitive node at the front of his valve. The slick puddle beneath his aft grows exponentially.

"Where, pray tell, am I to find one of those? We just barely have a shower." Tarn bites his lip beneath his mask, smothering a whine. "Besides... How is a cool oil bath going to help me overload?"

He somehow manages to keep his condescending tone, despite burning with charge.