Tarn smirks slightly, huffing at Sixshot's awkward demeanor. He finds it oddly charming in a strange way. Purple hands slide up to the Phase Sixer's shoulders, using them to steady himself as he stands.

"I must admit, it has been a while for myself as well. As you can imagine there aren't many jumping for such an encounter with, well, me."

Tarn takes another step forward, coming close enough that he can feel the warmth radiating from Sixshot's frame. His hands slide up higher on his shoulders, fingers digging slightly into the green plating as they lock eyes.