Frances cried in disappointment at the lost of Quins warm body wrapped in his and the throws of his climax. His body was a sticky mess and there was thick mucus and blood between his main legs. He slowly drew his tentacles in, curling them around his shivering body.  Muddled and confused he set wide eyes on the bear, shaking his head so hard his damp hair matted to his cheeks and forehead.  "Frances is cold. Frances is hungry for Quin. Give Quin back to Frances." In softer voice, as he drew himself into a blob of tentacles winding them around to cover what he felt was his embarrassing body form from this new pair of eyes, he whimpered to Theo.  "Frances is not good and too ugly for Quin?"