A pleasant shiver runs up Dualscar's spine when the Psiioniic says his name, and he could lose himself in this kiss, he really could. No small part of him wants to scoop up the other troll and carry him off to the room behind the shelves in the library, and lay him down and spend the rest of the day exploring each other's bodies, learning all about this new, gentle kind of sex, sex without violence or pain.

But there's no time for that, and he reluctantly breaks off the kiss.

"Can't... things to do..."