Isixam was beginning to understand why the Creator spent so much time with his many and varied mates, and he hadn't even gotten to the mating stage with the kitsune yet. Though she seemed remarkably eager to get there, as his hands were guided to her shoulders. He slid his hands across her silken flesh, the robe dropping to the ground, revealing that she was not wearing 'not much else,' but rather 'nothing else' but some her footwear. It looked remarkably good on her, actually. He helped her start removing his skin tight body glove, the scatterlight suit bunching around around his waist as he finished pulling it down from his neck and shoulders. Stretchy materials for the win, yet again.