[Wriothesley can't help the shudder that travels up his spine. He understands why it happens, but can't help the fact that the his scars are more sensitive than normal. The simple touches just feel so much more intimate as Kleken's fingers glide over the scarred tissue.]

A jealous type? I would never let myself forget such a handsome man like yourself. You needn't worry, sweetheart. My attention is on you-oh!

[He doesn't have to look down to guess what is feeling him up. He can guess that it's the same tentacle that he had became acquainted with through the gloryhole earlier.] Did they miss me that much? [He chuckles a little.]