[ He's giving the god a pointed look through the smoke slowly curling toward the ceiling between them. As appealing as it is to sink into the effects of the drug, he can't bring himself to fully let go just yet. Not when this topic feels like standing on the edge of a yawning void. Though his thoughts are growing hazy. ]

From a poem... my favourite poem. [ It's the truth, at least, even if it's wrapped up in a little deflection. Apparently he'll have to work up to the topic. He hums low in his throat as he settles against the back of the sofa, letting his hands drift as his thoughts do, simply wanting to touch Tech Boy. Which is his default state these days, but it's especially nice right now. ]

Sorry about the voyeurism comments. [ He says while smoothing his hands up Tech Boy's thighs. ] I'm not very good at... [ Joking. Banter. Flirting. Being a person. He's not sure what best applies here. ] What was wrong, before? When I asked you to show me. I hope you know you don't have to perform for me.