It was a bit maddening, just how naturally the woman could get his gears ticking in doubletime, that boiler of his overheating, circuity sparking beneath copper plating. But that tantalizing stretch of her body beneath him and the ungodly noises to slip from between her lips were always more than enough to get Rabbit's motor running, and those tender strokes to his face did little to ease that building frustration.

At her touch, Rabbit's mouth was on Alyss' neck again, gently as always, propping himself up with one hand as his other crept along her leg. Because it was him, even with the distraction of his lips on her smooth skin, the 'bot still couldn't stop himself from commenting.

Really, Rabbit, you don't always have to talk.

"Just t-t-tell me where ya feel chilly an' yer R-R-Rabbit'll heat ya up real fast."