One metaphorical brow goes up at Brainstorm's realization. The second metaphorical brow goes up when the scientist takes his hand off his covers.

"Well," Spinister manages, static lacing his voice as he watches the flood of fluids. "If you're up for it, I was just thinking I could make you overload until you couldn't walk straight."

Peeling one hand off the table's edge (when had he started started gripping it do hard anyways?), Spin reaches out to gently take Brainstorm's lube slicked hand by the wrist.

"Anything you want to try out while we're at it?" he asks conversationally, rubbing his thumb over Brainstorm's palm. "Also, is there anything you don't like?"