[In due time Palamedes may learn to be less clingy with his tentacles - but also possibly not at all, not unless Choso tells him it's a real problem. He was like this even before the arm and before the Augmenter, so it's hard to say how much of his urge to touch and to hold on is the Natural Soul's push or his own habit, but having all the spare limbs has made it so much easier all of a sudden.

Perhaps he could pull less, he thinks, although he isn't upset when Choso slips forward, grips his thigh. He could have pitched all the way forward and knocked them both over, with all the leeway Palamedes is willing to give him; this, and the return of gentlemanly, is its own kind of charming. The kind of charming that nonetheless sets his chest fluttering, earning a small but warm smile. Palamedes is a sucker for an endearing vulnerability, which is this in spades; add in the electric sizzle that goes through him at hearing 'I want you,' and he's just gone.

Insistently, he says,] Yes. I like the feeling.

[He likes to be a little flustered, which feels like a key aspect. The surprised lurch of being lifted off the floor and the comfort of being held anyway, that contradiction; exploring a new thing and wanting more of it, all the time. Looking at Choso and studying the way he moves his hands and the shape of his mouth— yes, it's good.]

I do want you, too, you know. Gentlemanly and otherwise. Being around you is... [he considers, lips pursed, then nods,] warm, like you said. So warm that I don't even care if my head is on upside down or backwards.

[Aha. Slightly sheepish,] That is to say, it's nice. Even when it's overwhelming.