It's almost welcoming. A greeting. Hi, how are you, what are you into, are we gonna do this? You comfortable? Little tells and cues that he used to remember and be able to read so well- at least there's nothing vague about the drag of Locus' teeth, the way he's pulled in and all but surrounded. He smiles against Locus' lips, tongue flicking out to test the seam.

See how far he's allowed to go.