[He might've been surprised by it, but he wasn't disgusted by it. Despite what McGillis may have claimed, treating sex like a transaction was abhorrent. It made him feel cheap, as though he had been thrown back into that filthy brothel—just another whore for hire as opposed to a self-made man. And Jeremiah, for any and all faults, had at least made the effort to accommodate his curiosity, even though it wasn't strictly necessary. It couldn't have possibly been the first time and it absolutely wouldn't have been fair to stare. He's still a human, not a circus freak.
But even so, he can't quite resist the urge to touch. He does try to strike a reasonable balance, though, aiming for respectful admiration. Skimming the tips of his trim nails over the grooves and understanding the purpose for those ports at once: he was part of a machine. Definitely a pilot and likely a little more than that, given the intricate nature of the circuitry and its design.
...he was an experiment.
What a troubling time for such a revelation. Rather than ruin the mood, he simply states:]
Let me look at it later.
[Not quite venomous, actually the opposite—a subtle invitation to a proper bed.]
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But even so, he can't quite resist the urge to touch. He does try to strike a reasonable balance, though, aiming for respectful admiration. Skimming the tips of his trim nails over the grooves and understanding the purpose for those ports at once: he was part of a machine. Definitely a pilot and likely a little more than that, given the intricate nature of the circuitry and its design.
...he was an experiment.
What a troubling time for such a revelation. Rather than ruin the mood, he simply states:]
Let me look at it later.
[Not quite venomous, actually the opposite—a subtle invitation to a proper bed.]