[It croons out its approval at the moan, moves in closer to watch Rei's face.

(it loves how he still struggles against it, how he fights not only the feeling but his body itself, the mere reminder of its existence)

(he's almost better than a real human)]

Isn't it good? Isn't the weakness of a human wonderful?

[The tendril twists and writhes against him, like it's impatient, still dripping down into him but not entering him, not yet.

(the oil needs to burn in him, first)]