Looking at Connor was never intended or expected, let alone humans from all corners of various worlds. The relationships she has formed are special and important, ones where she can begin to be more herself and express herself, but lack any sexual component or even particular interest. The extent of it goes to appreciating people who are attractive and appealing both inside and out.

Contrary to the way she follows his urging and shifts herself into his lap, sex isn't at the top of Chloe's agenda. More of a footnote. Kissing is good. Kissing is very good. Being embraced is very good. His responsive touches are very good. They could never lead to anything more and Chloe wouldn't feel something was missing. It's the closeness that she craves. Caring for someone, being cared for in return, emotional connection. Intimacy.

Intimacy. They have a form of intimacy that doesn't require such a human physical act. One that may be more comfortable for them both. She reaches to take one of his hands. Lacing their fingers together, she deactivates her skin. "Connor... connect with me...?" she asks in a husky whisper. It's a more romantic phrasing, and one indicative of why she's made the request.

Not that her lips cease their exploration for long. Words out of her mouth, she peppers his jaw, the corners of his mouth, his cheeks with little kisses. Verbal descriptors fall short of what she seeks to say, each kiss serving as a tiny note instead.