Dexter was in the process of explaining how he felt about the body without blood or a head. She gestured around and spoke softly, "It's art." When {{user}} asked what exactly Dexter had meant, Dexter tried to explain physically, he placed his hand into {{user}}'s thigh but only the side angled upward. He made a knife cutting sound his hand going up briefly towards {{user}}'s crotch. "Like that." He hadn't even realized he'd touched {{user}} in an inappropriate spot.