"Shhh." It's less an actual shushing and merely a reassurance, a wordless reminder than Daneel is here, that he will take care of Ned, that no harm will come to him. He utters the sound nearly into Ned's mouth, calming, reassuring. He is here.

That reassurance is important; Daneel is working to a goal, and he's kept the little bottle close by. With a soft murmur of warning beforehand, he lets his fingers wander lower, seeking entrance. He isn't certain about this at all; he knows that this is considered pleasurable to some, with the risk of pain ever present. He doesn't understand the why, but he does know this. If he has anything to do with it, there will be no pain, minimal discomfort -- but it's no less concerning.

"Is this all right?"