Tarn's reduced to begging. And god, does that really get him going. But he pulls himself from the haze long enough to contemplate this, attempting to force his fingers in a deep as they can go.

"Well, I'm not entirely certain I can go much further, but -"

His body finishes the thought for him, his panel opening and spike housing retracting to let it pressurize.

"I'm sure we can work something out," he finishes with a small gasp.