"Oh but," Miquel laughs uneasily. "I'm not sure it... I don't... I don't think I can simulate it," he concludes, crestfallen. Unless Cesare really is thrashing around and gets eyes like poisoned honey and hisses sibilant curses or sweet nothings, it's... difficult.
"Without moving my feet?" He shakes his head. "That wouldn't work. At all. I'd need to be able to touch him. Hold him, preferably.