Tarn makes a small noise of acknowledgement, forcing his hand back into action. It won't do to let Spinister do all of the work.

Every inch of his armor is loosened, leaving him limp and hunching forward ever so slightly. As Spinisters wire brush tweaks against a particularly sensitve wire, the purr only grows louder and his optics darken completely. After a few moments of bliss, Tarn clears his throat, taking with it that contented rumble.

"I'm not sure where you think we will find a tube cleaning brush. I haven't seen one since I arrived here."