"Mmm. It was okay, I guess," Spinister says coyly, optics slanting in mischievous mirth, gently pinching Brainstorm's wingtip.

Honestly, he could kind of tell Brainstorm was new at this, but he just wasn't sure HOW new. Or if the guy was just plain awkward about things, which was also likely considering he'd just randomly dropped the 'C' question a moment ago.

Either way, he abruptly gets distracted, optics shuttering closed.

"Ah, this is gonna get messy," Spin warns quietly, shuddering as the ridges on his spike start flattening back down in a smooth, rippling wave, releasing the fluids they'd been trapping before.