[ Oh, right. He does have really good hearing, doesn't he? Shocking that the girl who's constantly screaming around him refuses to commit that to memory. But as she's doing all the grumping herself at the cheek poking, he makes those cheeks redder than ever. What he said, that was...kind of romantic...

Her teasing loses some of its edge, or plenty of it, since she's the one now getting flustered. That is to say, she can't tease anymore at all. Please don't use this knowledge for evil purposes. ]

I mean. Um. I figured it's what you were, er. Going for.

[ What else was she meant to think?! He sent her a video of him yanking his metal sausage! It's only fair for her to want to see it! This is all his fault for constantly teasing her with the idea of it!

By the time he returns, doubly so, she's done as promised and moved the towels elsewhere, as well as his gift haul, leaving only her naked self on the bed. Her legs are crossed, trying to hide her obvious arousal. Not so easy to hide? The way her eyes refuse to stop looking for where his giant metal sausage is. Does she have to wind him up and make it pop out like a jack-in-the-box?! ]

Mm? [ Oh, yes. Talking! She can remember how to do that, probably. ] Oh. Well, I mean...

[ Her gaze flickers back and forth between his avatar's face and his, hidden behind another mask. She fidgets with the sheets, thighs clenching harder. ]

I keep telling you. I always want to see the real you. Always. And...if I can be with you that way, too...

[ Her eyes focus on the face above, then she crawls across the bed, taking hold of his metal arm, resting her cheek against the smooth, warm surface. ]

Do whatever makes you comfortable, Soundwave. As long as it's with me.