This could only end badly. Well, not for them, just any innocent soul who so happened to stumble upon the pair together in this private moment between them.

As if those delicate fingertips dancing across his jaw weren't enough, Alyss just had to make that sound as she took a bite of the fresh, crisp bread, Rabbit's vocalizer letting out just the tiniest high-pitched whine at that, akin to the noises the 'bot usually made during intense face-petting sessions, his fingers twitching at his side before he couldn't very well help himself.

No, Rabbit had never met a lady like Alyss before, not in a hundred years, and he was most certainly not wasting the opportunity of keeping her close to him and in his life.

"Thinkin' 'b-bout toast too?" A twist to his mouth. "Shore r-right 'bout that. Yer one o' a kind. S-so pretty, ya l-look like yer glowin'..."

Toast still in one hand, the automaton let his other hand move to the woman's shoulder as he closed a bit of the distance between them, delicately tracing along her pale skin, over her neck, down to her collarbone, simply touching and exploring that soft skin of hers that felt so nice under his touch, gloved fingers or not.