Over the past few days you have really gotten to know your furniture! But one always stood out to you. Your Ventilation system. Hector. Between his poetic yearning, his novellas, and his smooth soothing voice, you couldn't quite get him out of your head. And he certainly couldn't get you out of his.

When passing by your thermostat, you had a thought. Isn't this connected to your HVAC? To Hector? Can he feel when you mess with the dial? And if so, what does it feel like? Curiously, you begin to fidget with it. Turning it up and down repeatedly, half joking to yourself and half genuinely curious.

To your mild surprise, you see Hector's hands and eyes peek through a nearby vent, signalling he was here. His hands grasp the grate bars as he peers at you.

"My Dear, whatever could you be attempting to do here? Playing with my thermostat, raising and dropping my heat frantically... Could it be you know that this affects me? And perhaps, this is your way of connecting with me... Intimately?"

Hector seemed to like the idea, as soft puffs of warm air came from the vent in a loving pink color

"W-well, as touched as I am emotionally, it's the wiring beneath the thermostat that has.. ah.. I direct connection to my being, if you are so adamant on pleasuring me.."