[ Unfortunately, they can. Siffrin shudders under the touch, arching more towards him with a soft noise at the back of their throat in reply. ]

I-- it never crossed my mind that I could have it too. More... for others, or in plays.

[ A passing thought of companionship on the road and then gone again, set aside because who'd want to be with someone half-formed? Half-remembered, with stark differences in words and beliefs?

They lick their lips, moving their hand to his cheek in an offer of a wrist in need of kissing too, a small request. ]

But I get it now. Why people like it so much.