"Warm." Which could go without saying, but it's all consuming, radiating outward from the center of York's chest. Is this that sentiment? That connection that goes beyond anything he's felt before? "I have a heightened awareness of my lips- and yours."

Where they are. Where they aren't.

Delta shivers at the drag of nails, pressing back info the sensation despite his personal uncertainty regarding whether or not he enjoys it. A moments thought gives him his answer: he does. "I am enjoying this. Your proximity, the anticipation..."