[Kaon's fingers squeezing the thick rubber of his tire has Damus' vents rattling in a soft gasp. He runs his fingers lovingly over the vents in Kaon's generator in turn. Damus lets his teeth graze sensitive mesh and cabling of Kaon's neck.]

You aren't wrong. I have gotten used to it, as I'm sure you will in time. This is the first time that you've truly seen me since you arrived.