Daneel is... faintly surprised. That Ned was likely to have been working up to this question isn't hard to believe, but he hadn't expected this degree of preparation. He takes the bottle, looking it over, and considers. It will work. This is more than sufficient.
But he welcomes Ned back into his arms with a deep and tender kiss. There's a sense of... power, perhaps, that comes of being able to affect Ned like this, or perhaps for Daneel, to whom power means nothing, it's more akin to art. There's something of the artist in how he can strike a reaction from Ned with such a very small action, drawing happiness out of him like music from an instrument. Whatever it is, it's... compelling.
He peels Ned out of his clothes, his touch gentle. "I want you to be happy, Ned. I will stop at once if I realise I'm harming you, but you must communicate with me. I cannot -- I cannot think of bringing you discomfort."
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Daneel is... faintly surprised. That Ned was likely to have been working up to this question isn't hard to believe, but he hadn't expected this degree of preparation. He takes the bottle, looking it over, and considers. It will work. This is more than sufficient.
But he welcomes Ned back into his arms with a deep and tender kiss. There's a sense of... power, perhaps, that comes of being able to affect Ned like this, or perhaps for Daneel, to whom power means nothing, it's more akin to art. There's something of the artist in how he can strike a reaction from Ned with such a very small action, drawing happiness out of him like music from an instrument. Whatever it is, it's... compelling.
He peels Ned out of his clothes, his touch gentle. "I want you to be happy, Ned. I will stop at once if I realise I'm harming you, but you must communicate with me. I cannot -- I cannot think of bringing you discomfort."