Taylor shivers at the brush of Locus' finger, body feeling oddly hypersensitive on top of it's usual awareness. "Mhmm?"

Oh that- that makes a lot of sense now that he thinks about it actually. But how much does Locus get? Is it as sharp, as intense? Is it as good as that overwhelming thrum of sensation rippling up from his very core? Curiosity as him tilting his head, just enough to brush his lips against Locus' throat. "...May I, please?"

When in doubt? Manners.