"Ugh, gross," Spinister mutters, and one gets the impression he's not talking about the clumps of dust he was getting out of Tarn's threads.

"So does he actually bring anything useful or is it just straight to the blowjobs?" Working his way across the large mech's shoulders, he starts paying close attention to the seams, pausing now and against to scrape dust out with some leftover soldering wire. "Because I'm going to have to ask you to put, like, a little flag up on the door or something if it keeps happening. Or just moan really loudly? That'd still be traumatizing, but less than me walking in on it again."