He heads to Prime's world.
"Hey," he says. "I need you to do something."
"Done! It has a place with lots of room so we can fight each other, and a freaking huge bed!" says Zane, happily. "Adanaaaaa?"
He has not included space for fighting. There is a bed in there, though. A cushy cozy giant bed with room for wing-sprawl.
Also she has such pretty new wings with such soft feathers to pet.
"I - seriously have no idea why I even wanted to wait, before, it seems so absolutely stupid now."
Feathers! Feathers feathers feathers. They are soft.
"Mostly just - scared, nervous. Afraid I was going to find a way to screw it up. And then I got shot and I couldn't fix it and augh, I was such an idiot."
"Never that, angel." He nuzzles her neck. "Or, alternatively, if getting shot and dying young makes one an idiot, at least you have company?"
- and then there is a rather graceful segue into Cam ceasing to exercise self-restraint.
It can go on for rather a while! Luna is closer to Earth than Mars is, but not that close.
"That's probably a question best re-asked when the natives emerge, but what kind of advice are you looking for?"
"Like - a polite way to say, 'And then they all went into some soundproofed rooms and did things.'"
"Yeah. I mean, strictly speaking, you do not have a list of the things to provide to her, so it'd have to do anyway."
That causes Max to turn an interesting shade of pink and inspect his shoes.
"That - that wasn't what I... um."