Aurora's mind is not even on the array of clothes-getting-out-of-options. It is on that lovely lovely memory. +I feel half like I'm dreaming.+
+Do you want Sue to just keep sending that at you while we...? Because I bet he would,+ says Brilliance, wriggling out of his shirt and pouncing for kisses.
+I do not think I want Sue involved. I could just hex up the standard if you wouldn't mind though. Or pentagon it for a test run.+ Kisses!
+Standard interface push-based transfer protocol, or something else?+
Simple enough. She pulls a hex out of her "coinpurse", spends it, kisses him again. +There.+
Aurora picks the packet of affection open when it hits her interface and melts all over again. +It's like I'm on really fucking good drugs or something, god...+
+Awesome,+ he says cheerfully, and keeps it up while he continues scattering clothes all over the floor of the tent.
The physical senses of his human body aren't anything particularly special, but the amount of attention he pays to them is something else entirely.
+Fuck, I have to boost processing if we're going to do this like so, I didn't even do that yet,+ she says dizzily, running a fingertip along the length of his arm with her eyes heavy-lidded. She swallows and pulls her hand back and closes the sending - and spends her hex - and then opens it again and pounces.
Ooh, pouncing. Brilliance feels very delightedly pounced. And what the hell, he pushes that too, it's a nice fizzy giggly feeling and deserves to be shared.
Aurora giggles with contagious amusement and sets about inducing interesting sensations for her to borrow along with her cocktail of emotional drugs.