I mean... it's the only thing. But you communicate well enough. Forget about the noise the small human makes with her mouth.

[She spends a good hour in Goji's arms before she can stand up on her own. Her walk is still funny, but at least she can get to her house.

Aramat kisses her new inhuman lover, her voluminous auburn brown hair loose and her skin pale and tender against him.]

Come over whenever you feel like, Goji. And if you need affection and pleasure, I could give them freely to you.