As if the both of you were not attempting to dote on me every moment of every day. To delight. To comfort. With great effort do I even manage to keep up.

[Aetheric touches at that spot remind him too much of his soul being rendered, and can't help but flinch just a little. But with each kiss, he deepens it. Exploring his mouth. Biting his lower lip. There is no lack of enthusiasm.

He'd kiss Lahabrea as well but instead he'll appreciate him petting Five's hair.]

Now there is a sight to see. You could make it a contest, you know. Make each other squirm as I recover. Certainly you both would enjoy it.