Zaana is almost overloaded from the influx of sexual actions, not least of which because she had no idea that breasts could be used for sexual stimulation. "Oooh, Nova!" she exclaims, bucking against him gently and squeezing lightly with her tail in a way that could be interpreted as a warm hug or a massage.<br/><br/>"Hmm? Oh, I don't mind. If he wants to come in, let him. You don't mind if I mess around and do a little customisation, do you? Softer walls, hotspring-temperature acids, make the acids unable to digest living matter without a special instruction to do so?" he asks, already flicking through his book, inhaling deeply as the smell of fresh strawberries floods throughout the area.