Aiko would feel something as her tail slipped to his knee. Tarrok's own tail had dipped down and was attempting to slip around hers. Just a gentle, by the tip slip around hers. White, coarser fur against her finer, black short hairs.<br/><br/>Tarrok hoped it was an affectionate gesture. It felt like the kind of thing to do. Saiyans didn't have much in the way of romantic gestures, culturally. Mating was done more for stress relief than anything, with admirers generally choosing strength over any other virtue. Actually getting attached was never done, or so he'd been led to believe.<br/><br/>Both of them were going to be here awhile, he figured. A good long semi-nap, taking in the afterglow. Careful not to disturb Aiko's position, he reached over to the light switch and flicked it to dim. The overheads went from the normal daylight simulating brightness to a more subdued level.<br/><br/>Eventually, they'd have to get up and get back to it. Wash off the sweat and clean up. Settle down for a meal in the commons room. Right now was not that time. He let his chin rest on top of her head, and decided to make the most of it.