It sounds like a question, sounds like a plea. It could mean any number of things, but he's grown better at intuiting meaning. York's taught him how, the things to look for, ways to empathize and sense what people want. Even an AI can be plain enough in its meaning.

So he pulls back again, nuzzling his cheek briefly against damp skin before giving a hum of acknowledgement. "I'm going to work up to three. If you want more fingers after that, I'll give them to you. But..."

And that finger flutters, before easing back, just enough to press a second in against it. Testing just how well Delta's learned to relax, gauging the tension in his body before plying him open further.

"If you'd rather integrate, we can do that first. It's up to you."

It's so far from normal, everything about this. But nothing since the day he and York met has been anything close to normal. Delta is damn near a part of him, as much as he is his own person as well, and all three of them want this. Not just fucking, but a full physical exploration of that care, that desire to make things good.

Just be good to me, he'd said, months ago. A lesson taken well to heart.