There's a series of CLONK CLONK CLONKs as Spinister hops the stool over to a spot behind Brainstorm. He takes a moment to crack his finger joints and then gets to work, spreading his arms and flattening his palms against the warm flat surface of the other flier's wings.

"So anyways, I ran into a few people and they all have the same symptoms for the most part asides from one or two who said they were just feeling weirdly cuddly?" he starts rubbing in slow circles, working his fingers into the seams to encourage them to spread. "And the horny folks were either normal horny or insanely horny, so it seems to affect different people differently for some reason."