He reaches out to slide his fingertips down Tarn's chassis, tracing the edges of seams. "Is that a suggestion or a request?"

This is a very tantalizing position to be in, having Tarn there, ready and wanting - granted he knows full well it's the effect of whatever the hell is going on outside, an effect that's starting to waver his self-control as well, but that does nothing to stall his excitement.

"Either way, I concur."