Thinking of Knives make him think how he should be heading back. Yet there's a now throbbing desire from his modified body. As if trying to remind him it's been awhile since he's been with Cyril.

Is this just a taste of what Cyril has been going through? His transformation isn't even a complete one. How much worse is this for Cyril? He's so glad he's here with Marikoth and not stuck with him and Knives.

"We go on walks. Or, patrols as he prefers to call them. We're not always inside." Without thinking about it, the arm that had been resting on Cyril's hip begins to move. Moving slowly up and down in an almost lazy manner. Even as he tries to slip under Cyril's clothes. Still without fully aware he's doing it.