The captain maintained his grip on Altair's hair, although letting his hand slacken so the slave could move however he wished. He bore a faint smile on his lips, as he felt the slave touch his member. He felt himself throb and begin to stiffen - it had been long since he felt erotic pleasure.<br/><br/>The last time he had been touched was the last time he had docked - a couple of months ago, in the Weiss capital. He had a beautiful whore with hair the colour of apples, that smelled of cinnamon and nutmeg. The whore had elicited some noises from his lips that he didn't even know he could make. A gaze trailed down from the top of Altair's head tk the edge of his blonde locks, and Cygnus wondered if he might be humbled to hear himself moan again.<br/><br/>"... Good. I see that you are smart." he whispered. "It's been a long time since I've had man or woman. My endurance may falter quickly, but it is not a sign of my true ability." He sensually stroked his fingers through Altair's hair, letting out a stifled breath. He was reluctant to let go of the slave - the little he did know about pleasure slaves was that the best way to receive pleasure from one was to let them be the guider.