Like this? No a little- two degrees and a half along this axis- Delta attempts to quantify the motion with a slow roll, rocking up on his heels enough to get some height for the next drop and oh the heat that rockets through him, fever sharp and doubly sweet.

'Just go with it', offers York and Delta? Tries. It becomes easier with every twist and glide, easier still when he braces his hands on Locus' shoulders and stares down, seeing what he's done, what he's doing. "This is- acceptable?"