"So share your thoughts with me," Glacius encourages, by word and by hand, which starts over at the topmost of those scars and starts to work its way down again, slowly but surely. With the two of them entwined together on a small bed, illuminated by nothing but the low but warm glow of the lights hanging overhead, and the sound of the rain pattering steadily against the roof and walls of the shed, the rest of the world feels further away. Only coziness and comfort remain, and the alien wants to bask in it, in the concept of them, together.

So the pale alien shifts slightly, lining their hips up a bit better to give Carlisle something to rock against should he find himself needing it. Meanwhile a purr rolls out of his throat as he cranes his neck out and nuzzles against that of the clergyman's, continuing his suggestion of just a few moments before. "This is a moment of closeness. Let your body and mind relax; let yourself simply drift through the peace and the pleasure, and tell me what you think of when you think of... us."