[ 'Star noticed that reaction, but wasn't sure what it meant, so he focused on the request, for a moment, his mind seeking out a possible trap because he couldn't not. After a moment, he nodded. ]

S- [ he began to answer sí, but then he stopped himself, turning the sibilant consonant into a softer one, ] -sure. Yes.

[ The touch, on the other hand... it was like nothing he had ever experienced. It did not have the familiar, comfortable intimacy that the same motion made by Rictor would give him, but it was. It was more than a causal touch, and something inside 'Star reacted to it, like a soft, clear note resonating through him. ]

[ He stared at the other man, eyebrows raised, and me made an effort not to let his hackles up. Anything that he responded to might be Mojo-created, after all. ]

[ Or it might not. ]

[ He let himself lean into it, close to the other man without putting his weight against him. ]

Talking will probably be good.

[ Slightly lower, he added, ] am I supposed to offer to provide a ref-- coffee or tea, with that talk?

[ Look, he was willing to learn, but most of his knowledge did come from TV. ]