Quentin's eyes widened a little, and he nodded. "Yeah, I can, um..." He did a quick spell with one hand, a series of precise finger motions, and his fingers turned shiny and slick. He held it up, a little bashful. "It, um, adapts to make as much as we need."

He reached up with the other hand, cupping the side of her neck to bring her down to kiss him, eyes closed as he put some feeling into it. The other hand reached around her hip, finding her hole and petting it gently with slick fingers, not even putting any pressure yet, just getting the skin there used to being touched.