Mmm, yes it is.

When they break apart he's gazing adoringly at her again. He does that kind of a lot.

It's really cute!

He grins at her.

"I really appreciate these illusions of yours," he says. "They're - well, I think you've probably noticed how much I enjoy them."

She glances down, almost demurely if you ignore what she's looking at. "It's not ha--difficult. It's not difficult."

—he bursts out laughing.

She giggles.

His giggles subside. He kisses her on the cheek.

...yeah.

"I love you," he says, with a trace of a laugh still in his voice.

Aww.

"You're so sweet," she says, hugging him a little tighter.

Hug!

"Did you touch yourself, thinking of me, after you left last time?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me about it?"

...he smiles.

"I can do illusions too, although they're not as good as yours."

"That sounds lovely."

He kisses her, and pulls power and builds an illusion - just visual, to start - of himself, sprawled in his enormous bed, naked, smiling the way he smiles when he looks at Elodea.

After a moment he manages to add sound.

Illusion-Serik has an excellent time. Real Serik cuddles Elodea and pets her hair.

She is riveted.

The sounds made by Illusion-Serik are mostly nonverbal but there is the occasional murmur of "—lovely—" or "oh fuck" or things in that genre, and, once, her name.

Oh this was such a good life choice. Best life choice. She snuggles Real Serik delightedly.

He pets her hair.

The illusion ends with Illusion-Serik happily curling up in a nest of blankets.

She kisses him.

"That was lovely."

Kiss. "Good, I'm glad." More kiss. "Do you want to know what I was thinking about—"

"Yes, absolutely."

"At first I was remembering your lovely illusion, and then I was remembering kissing you, and then I was thinking about fucking you. Specifically, about sitting on that couch downstairs with you in my lap, and then about being in your room kissing you and picking you up and fucking you against the wall."

"Mmm."

He kisses her again.