Ned looks at Daneel through half-lidded eyes; he would perhaps find the process of his body simulating arousal fascinating (and more than a little humorous) if he weren't half out of his mind with desire, himself. At another time, he thinks, he is going to have to ask how it all works down there, since Daneel doesn't exactly have a cardiovascular system (Ned's gotten used to his lack of heartbeat). But now isn't the time for conversations. All Ned can manage, in terms of vocal output, particularly once Daneel pushes inside him, is a wordless (but nonetheless expressive) sound of appreciation.

There is no pain, though the feeling of fullness and pressure at first is not exactly what Ned would call comfortable. But Daneel is gentle and patient, giving him plenty of time to adjust. Ned holds onto him tightly, glad for the arms encircling him, glad for everything about Daneel. When he feels ready he shifts his hips, lets out a breathless half-laugh at the odd feeling. He rolls his hips once more, gasps rather loudly in undisguised enjoyment.