Frances's hair grew the slightest while he watched Quin's every move. He no longer trusted his voice. His desire for the man that shed his clothes before him mingled with his fear of being rejected and humiliated. A moan bubbled up as he was touched, his body rejoicing at the connection at last.  "Frances is not like Quin. Frances is .... strange."  Even as he spoke he stepped out of his sweats, the movement revealing his tentacles as they all began to show themselves. Wide eyes splashed with brown yellow and purple looked up at quin as he settle down on his now more tentacle like legs.  "Frances wants to takes Quin.  Does Quin want Frances still? ... Even like this?"  he ran a limb over the hands that touched him, twining around his arm gently, then looping one around his was it to pull him in close, closing the gap between them.