It's a testament to their higher brain functions that they're able to carry on a conversation, though Relm wonders how long that'll last. Especially with how she's in his lap and only two pairs of flimsy underwear and his pants are in between them now. So of course she grinds her hips against his, wanting some kind of friction, anything to feed into the heat building in her.

"Me?" she says innocently as she pulls back gasping for air. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She bites gently on his lower lip.