[This shouldn't feel this good. Howard's wings flutter, hands scratching at his head as Shuji continues his effort in biting every inch of the tentacle offered to him.]

Shuji, we can just go home and do this, I mean...it'll be easier for you. It'll be easier for both of us, to just...

[Well. They know. The tentacle around Shuji's leg continues to wind upwards, slipping underneath his shirt.]

This might be too dangerous...