Rem reached out, grasping cold metallic hands which caused Siren to blush and gasp lightly. She started to say something, maybe a warning like she had the first time he had done this years back when she had her arms; We can't Rem, atleast we can't let anyone know....
She restrained her urge to shudder, as images of what had happened that day poured into her head; but some of the good ones making her blush even darker. "Siren, why is your skin so soft?"
"I don't know Rem," she said aloud, remembering her reply to him years ago; which in turn eliciated a concerned and greatly confused look.
"Well...um, how have you been lately Siren?" He pulled away slightly, but his grip on her prosthetics remained. They were in truth too long and combersome for her, not only that but outdated; but the fact that Rem would even prefer to touch them... made part of her burn softly.
"Good I think, though I can't seem to pass the requirements for becoming a Knight..." She trailed off looking sullen but not completely downcast.
"I can't even be accepted as a padawan learner," He laughed softly, smirking at her playfully.
Soft grass tickled at there noses, making Rem sneeze and Siren laugh at him. Moving close she touched lightly at his face, feeling it's curve and texture with her bare hand; her hands of flesh. He had blushed, and made a slight noise before sighing contentadely and touching at her hips.