[ Not entirely tickled, no, but enough for Chall's legs to tense at the otherwise pleasant sensation. And even if she bites down on her lip, she manages a soft moan. ]
Then what kind of Captain would it make me, if I make my Commissar wait?
[ She holds him for a reason -- because docking requires a bit of her own guidance. Well, that and she does like taking matters into her own hands~ ]