Jazz comes closer and closer, until it seems to him that there is no longer anything between the avatar and his love. Only the fabrics they wear is stopping them from coming any closer.
His mouth follows where is real finger was before. He kisses Midvalley's neck and whispers sweet nothings into the other's ear.
Too bad that Jazz has forgotten he spoke these words in his native language, and not in any speech pattern that would make sense to a human.