[He can sense it. Different than the taint of Innocence, or the poison burn of Akuma blood, that feels more like a scar—sticky against his fingers around the boy's heart. Leaking some black essence he can't name, but it doesn't harm him, reminds him instead of the corruption that warps a human soul in the Earl's imprisoning cage of Dark Matter. Yet this boy isn't an Akuma, clearly belonging to the thrall of something else altogether. An alien entity.

Tyki is tempted to keep his hand in there, curling it over the scar in thorough exploration to get a better sense of what he's dealing with, but the boy's words draw him away from this moment of curious reverie. Golden eyes turn, landing on Stiles' face, taking in the tattered state of arousal he's been reduced to. An elegant brow arches.]

One-sided?

[... it's strange, he hadn't noticed when this crossed into darker territory. It isn't that he's not enjoying this—but it isn't in the same way. He has never taken any sexual gratification from the violent endeavors of the Noah within him. Sex and violence are separated between him like the line of Tyki Mikk and Joyd. To mix the two...

Tyki clears his throat, withdraws his hand with only a fluttering pass of incorporeal fingers, and leans back.]

Stiles, I'll be frank. [The smirk on his lips has tempered to a more serious stare.] I'm curious about you. I did want you to kiss me, earlier, when I said it. I still would. However, something like this—I can't promise your safety. As enticing as it is that you're aroused by what I can do...

[And now, some of the man's seemingly untouchable charisma fades into a crooked, conscious smile.]

Well, I'd rather not hurt you, given that we only just met. We can do this the usual way or not at all. Your choice.