[It's an instinctive kind of movement. He's not putting nearly as much brain power into it as it might look like, considering there's just so much tentacle to be controlled, but...he was born with it; it's all he's ever known.

He moans softly when she goes after the membranes between his tentacles. He can't quite turn it into an erotic kind of moan, because it's purely one of relief. His tentacles can take a beating, but his membranes are very sensitive to drying out.]

Finished doing a round checking the perimeter of the city's waters--something I can pull off in an hour and a half if I do it without breaks.

[Speedboats would be challenged to make that trip in an hour and a half.]

Usually crash here when I finish.