( the popping sounds, though surprising, are pleasing in a rhythmical fashion, and he doesn't notice the tentacle at first reaching under— no, he's a little bit flushed already at just how close wataru's gotten, and though he's been good at keeping composed so far in fear of embarrassing himself in front of his likely only companion for the remainder of his life, he's finding that much more challenging with the sudden intimacy.

which doesn't help him keep a soft gasp of surprise when he does feel something touching him where it's admittedly sensitive— he wasn't given any underwear, so wataru's fairly free to explore. there's something that seems like he can wrap around it, and something that seems like an entrance.

despite himself he puts a hand on wataru's - arm? chest? whatever's nearest - as if to steady wataru, like this is a little fast, but he also. isn't sure if he wants to refuse? if this is a sign of wataru's interest in him. )

U— um, is this— playing—? ( a little bit more flustered now, this time from the praise ("praise"). ) I'm...

( gathering himself, um, because wataru really did just say something interesting, but )

... If you'd like to be technical... Isn't everyone here more or less a result of human hubris? ( his halos turn just a little quicker, spinning back as they reset just a little faster. ) But ... perhaps my kind most of all. They wanted to recreate God, and so . . . Whether or not He exists, here I am. They . . . call us angels.

( a beat, as he glances from wataru to his tentacle - mm, he'd mostly been socialized with other more heavenly creatures, so he wasn't . . . sure what this was, exactly. )

And what are you? . . . You seem in some way closer to the demons in the nearby branch.

( which isn't meant to be an insult, just. it's the nearest he's seen, is all. )