[ She just laughs. He's so cocky, it's kind of hilarious. ]

I think you look weird as hell. But that's to be expected, you're an alien. C'mere.

[ She slides her now-bare fingers down his back, pulling him in by his hips, closer to hers. Her bulge slides away from her stomach, twisting around Zelos' human approximation of it instead, and squeezing slightly before questing below it. ]

Your shame globes are on the outside? That seems impractical. And you don't have a nook?