"Space?" First thing out of his mouth is, of course, the least sexy but most pragmatic. People need space when coming down from a high, but-

Taylor's eyes flick to Locus' lips, the hollow of his throat, his belt buckle before slipping back up. "Or, uh. Help. With that."

He's half certain there's some kind of Vampire boner going on right now and while there's still a metric fuckton they don't know about each other- you don't leave a guy hanging if you can help it. And here, he can help it- if Locus wants.