"AHHH!!!!!!" Haakon sees the mist of his breath on the tabletop as his nose pushes in, and Sylvans force against his tender, supple back, in just the right place to make him tickle. His whole body is spread out to show every curve and contour of his muscles, from his ropelike neck to his powerful, juicy shoulders, to his big plump calves and biceps full of sinew and juice, all the way down to the palms of his hands and the tasty meat wafers and layered permeable skin sheets of his feet bottoms partially visible from his flopped sideways sandals saying "eat me." As of yet, his skin is still mostly clean from being washed, with no sweat, but a little scent of spice does register.