"No watchful scientists." He mummers before leaning in for a kiss. Vash runs one of his hands through Azwel's hair. "What do you need? Do you want me to um." He cheeks flush. He's still terrible about talking without feeling embarrassed about these things. "To suck you? You know? Or you can take me or I could ride you." He smiles and will sneak another small kiss. "Because you're not going to ride me. At least not for a bit." Vash isn't sure he can stomach the implications of how many test subjects came before him if he feels how open Azwel already is again.

"Tell me. What can I do to help you sleep?" He says this with a bit of a purr as he unbuttons his jacket.