Tarrok towelled off his hands when he was finished and stepped back out into the commons. Aiko was standing their, waiting for him, as still as a statue. Clearly trying to keep a lid on what was going on in her head, too. Lets try and get her to open up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Thats what I was gonna ask you."</span>Tarrok replied.<span style="color: #0080FF">"You don't have to be embarrassed, Aiko. If I'm gonna get cross with anything, its sure not gonna be you. Just say whats on your mind, please."</span><br/><br/>Gestures were his stronger suit, though, so he tried one. He reached down and took one of her hands in his own. It felt so small in comparison to his oversized mitts. Soft and elegant, with fingers that tapered perfectly down like he'd only seen on works of art.<br/><br/>Though he had an idea what she wanted, given that slip of the tongue. Obviously, no problem with making love to a beautiful cat girl who thought the world of you. First step, though, was setting her mind at ease. Her smile was mind blowingly adorable, it'd be a shame to put a stop on that.