The snap of the panel follows without question, Vos' narrow form squirming under the touches. His slender fingers working down Tarn's frame expertly, dipping into all of the tank's favorite spots to tease up the raw wiring underneath.

Once open, he leans back, arching to let Tarn look for himself. Offering himself up.

Vos isn't much of a talker, but he makes up for it in body language.