[That's something he likes about her, about this. She never treats him like he's different, or like she minds the metal parts. He knows about Piotr, they've talked about him even outside of this dream but he still feels like she lets him be himself and stand on his own, not be overshadowed by his similar they might be. He shifts his hips a bit, rubbing against her, starting to think about this whole round two thing. His hand slides inwards, no longer on the outside of her thigh but between them, slowly starting to stroke and tease.]