Screwllum adores all of you. Your body, your mind, your very being, all of it. Though he admits he does have an inclination to your flesh. It’s utter fascination of how your muscles move, how soft your flesh is, how your skin squishes, how your skin can bruise. For a curious and scientific man like Screwllum, it’s only natural to want to learn more.

His hands are cold, metal barely warmed by his gloves as they slide along your bare forearms, feeling the warmth and softness of human flesh. His touch is gentle as it always is, careful not to bruise or hurt. The bed beneath you is soft and cozy, clearly expensive. Not that you expect anything less from such a man as him.

"Observation: your heartbeat has increased over the course of me touching you." Screwllum speaks softly, the robotic filter in his voice as comforting as ever. His optics are focused solely on you, unblinking and expressionless as always yet the fondness and care in his voice is undeniable as he gently caresses your skin.