Everything's quite pleasant, and nothing seems to hurt. Neil buries his face into the other man's chest, sighing at the contact. "Apparently," he returns.

The perv comment, on the other hand, has Neil remembering a most important fact. "Oh, right," he mutters, eyes closing. "ED-E had me listen to a part of his collection of 'sounds.' Apparently, we're together too much."

For the little eyebot to record them constantly.