Realizing that Aoba genuinely didn't mean any harm by it, Luxaela sags a little where he sits, and nods. There's literally nothing he can do to try to hide his dick right now, except wait it out.

"A towel would be nice. And my kind's orgasm lasts awhile because we have this knot. Do humans not have it similar?" He's careful to ask gently, gaze dropping a bit to Aoba's lap again.

"I mean, given the heat signature, it looks a lot different than mine, but I can't see anything clearly, and even shape doesn't mean much, sometimes. Do you... will you be okay like that? It is my understanding that some sentient species feel embarrassment to... have it on display, even through clothing.

"And the same is usually said for me, too. I'm not sure why I was so cavalier earlier."