"I usually prefer to operate on more information at least when I'm doing anything more optional than removing porcupine quills and I'm getting mixed signals."

"Um. Oh? I really like you. When I am not saying things it is because I am embarrassed about things and this is because I really like you."

"Okay, but is being embarrassed about things fun for you or not, I wouldn't like it but I'm a dom."

"It is fun, yes. If you are not uncomfortable about it."

"Nah, it's charming."

And there he goes again. There is a lot of smiling to go along with this particular blush.

Awww. "You're so blushy."

"Not usually!"

What if he also squirmed some.

"Don't roll over, you don't want to get space dirt in your punctures."

"Yes ma'am."

Oh she makes faces tooooooo!

"This would be the weirdest 'how we met' story ever, wouldn't it."

Nod nod.

"It really would."

"I'm not sure that's a bad thing but it's a thing, certainly."

"I'm not sure if I would have ever managed to let on I was attracted to you without the porcupine-badger-thing helping."

"You were plausibly-deniably ma'aming me before that."

"Yes but I didn't really know where to go from there - or even if I should since we'd be trapped together regardless of how things worked out."

"Yeah, the trapping thing is awkward from both directions really."

Nod nod.

"Thanks, space porcupine, I guess. Unless you get infected and die and then I won't want to thank it at all."

"I don't think regular porcupines do that but yeah, that would be a bad outcome."

"You don't think regular porcupines do... what?"

"Infect people - oh did you mean the wounds could get infected afterwards. That makes more sense."

"Yeah, I don't think it injected you with spores, just, you have open wounds."