Alloy composition is hardly something he is an expert on, and in this case he is even less inclined to take notice. Instead, he's focusing on her, on the feel of her frame in his arms, and it takes no thought at all to reach under the oil to grab both trailing edges of her 'wings', stroking up them until he gets to metal up and exposed out of the liquid.

"I...tend to get ideas when you sit like this, yes." He chuckled, audials flicking in lazy embarrassment. It's taken him a bit to have reached this point, yes.

"...you can touch me however you like."