Clinging to Wing like particularly smitten cellophane, Mayday only nods dazedly at the mention of going inside. He's such a gentlebot. Even saving some of the deer snackies, too. He'd feel bad later if he came home empty-handed, but for now he's mostly concerned about his empty valve.

He gives an excited squeal as Wing lays him down and starts kissing him, his hands coming up to curl against his faceplate over his mouth.

Breathlessly, he answers, "I have no idea."

His experience is novels, some naughty vids, and awkward fumbling with Pipes. Not that he regrets the awkward fumbling. Sharing pleasure with Pipes was great. He adores Pipes. Currently he's got a massive charge for a charming stranger who seems way more experienced than him, though.