[ Well. She had wondered for a moment there if she was being too forward like this, with the touching and pushing but then he reciprocates and it's all good for her. She's -- antsy, in that way that precedes stripping down and enjoying someone else's company and it's combined this time in the burning curiosity she feels in what that might be like with Rocky. Rocky, who is decidedly less human than Hawke ever expected to bed.

She wonders then too if he would react like a normal man, aside from the whole head thing. The touch of flat screen against her forehead is a strange one but she'll take it, smiling gently at him in response. She even places a quick peck against the screen as a result -- for anyone else would be a kiss, mouths to mouth, but she's already accepted that that's not part of this.

But then he's grinding into her, hands grabbing at her and her eyelids flutter closed for a moment. ]

I think I would, actually. That would let me know about all sorts of things you could do, wouldn't it? For instance, if what's in your pants is actually something of use to me.

[ And after she lets out a laugh, smiling up at him brightly and moving her own hands to grip him tightly in response. She brings their hips together, shifting to slide a thigh between his legs and grinding back up against him. Yeah, ugh. That's nice. ]

I'm sure they wouldn't mind. We'll put it to great use, wouldn't we? A few times over, I'm hoping.

[ Luckily for the both of them, it's only a few moments later that the elevator stops and opens to their floor. Hawke takes a glance before her before moving her hands to grip the lapels of his jacket and walk backwards out into the hall with him, not wanting to break contact completely. ]

C'mon. Faster we're alone, faster your hands benefit me greatly.