[ The sensation of having his hand nommed on is interesting. Too weak for use against a god, but certainly something that could cause a weak-minded human some trouble. Poor thing doesn't have anyone in this apparent to control. But that's why these things are so cute. So sentient beings, be they android or deity, decide to take care of them anyway.

So how exactly does one pick up a pile of sand? That's clearly what it wants. Tech Boy kind of awkwardly pats it on the top of it's head(?) for now, as he instead allows himself to be pulled over by the hips. The kiss gently soft resets Tech Boy's thoughts. K's good at that. ]

I'd be more worried if I didn't pass your taste test. But approval from your Sandygast friend is good, too.

[ He reaches up to brush something off K's cheek. Flour? He leaves his hand raised to hold onto the back of K's neck, just enjoying the closeness without drawing him in again for the moment. ]

Would you believe-- [ Tech Boy pauses at the word to linger on it. God humor? ] that in all of my vast imagination, this is the kind of experimentation I'm in the mood for? [ He uses the hand not holding onto K to make a loop in the air with one finger, indicating their current circumstances. ] Domesticity. Who'd have thought?