A pleased sound escapes Rung, the therapist easily hiding the more delighted grin that he feels tugging at his lips, replacing it, instead, with a warm smile.

"Of course," he murmurs, optics flickering as he caresses' Perceptor's scope, his body temperature spiking--spark thrumming with need and want. It wasn't often that the other was so bold--bold enough to ask for something like that and Rung was more than willing to give.

And to take whatever the other was going to give him.

The panel retracted without hesitation, a soft whimper escaping Rung as the pressure was relieved a bit, hands still working at Perceptor's scope mount as he gazed at his patient.

"Please, Perceptor."