At the word, 'intact', the former guardsman might have felt a sizable twitch from under the boxers, had he been able to feel through hte metal shell of his augmetics. Bulked shoulders were shrugged slightly in response, however,<i> "More, then I would like... The captain sees no reason to 'waste good meat'..."</i>words ending on a dry tone, even by Zevion's standards of expression. "Not until I yeild offspring, at least..." His fingertips idly feeling over the shapes and contours of Torin's mechanical legs, noting bolt points, folds in metal, and joints...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>