Allen had been more than willing to comply with Blaine's instruction. Either the and prod of his tentacles, or the fact that they<em>were</em>tentacles hastened his descent. But he certainly got comfortable, and tried to imagine nigh perceptionlessness, ignoring all around him. His eyes shut gently, the sound of thin flesh and eye lashes colliding almost as loud to Allen as they might have been to Blaine. (Okay, maybe not THAT loud.)<br/>As the voice echoed in his mind, he spoke out verbally, his only thought a reflection of his messege. "Hello Blaine, I can hear you."