A slight helm-tilt, too many optics flickering independently of each other to size up her frame in just an instant, then a narrow servo reaches out and lightly caresses one pointed cheek-fin, albeit cautiously in case it earns him an attempt at a bite. They’re too tempting to resist, not when he has something like permission.

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@gravescratch

“…What are- oh.” She stiffens up, stocky little body tense and wheels preemptively starting to spin before they stop, and…the caress is apparently accepted. The cheekguards are nothing special, just designed to protect her faceplates during an impact, to frame her jaw to look interesting, but they’re seldom touched. It feels a little weird. Okay, that’s kind of nice. Leaning her helm into the touch.

A distinct flicker of intrigue pulses through Gravescratch’s otherwise reserved field, then long legs fold to bring him down to her level, his other primary servo raising slightly to rub clawtips carefully over one of those shoulder tires. Tires are seldom all that sensitive, but they intrigue him, so… probably another safe area. And he’s going to keep lightly caressing the spot on her cheekguard that she seems to like, just soft, gentle rubs to see if it keeps her calm and open to contact.

At the same time, secondary arms unfold from their usual spot tucked up against his frame, reaching just slightly towards her to see if she either has no objections or is a bit too distracted to notice.