"It's not about us, it's about you." Which was true, honestly, though naturally Psyche had something to gain, otherwise he wouldn't bother to take up Delic's advice. He snuggles his cheek between Izaya's shoulder blades. While one hand plays with the hem of his shirt and begins to tug it up, the other strokes up and down the sliver of exposed skin. "Just let us make you feel good."

Shifting his cheek just a little bit, he winks to Delic and peels one hand away to motion to him. "He's resisting!"