He hesitates. Ambulon isn’t one to typically fall into bed with strangers, but the pull of the pollen on his processor has him considering it for far longer than he would under normal circumstances. He should be out of the building by now, but he finds himself transfixed the the bright optics of Wing as he leans closer.

“I don’t know you.”

Still, he doesn’t leave. One could argue that he actually leans forward a bit, himself.