As it leans back into his hands, Gabriel shifted forward, mere inches away from the back of its head. With both hands, he traced over the shape of its exposed spine, delicately finding where wires and tubes connected, lightly scraping the pad of his thumb over a bundle of wires that sat nestled closely to a collection of blood-filled tubes.

Strange, alien, but no less oddly intimate, the way it shivers under his hand containing some undeniable sense of eroticism to it. The angel hummed lowly, considering and curious, hesitating to watch V1 until at last he received permission.

"I'm going to do it slowly." So that it would have plenty of time to tell him if it was becoming uncomfortable. He returned to his exploration, each stroke across wires, tubes and steel done with a firmer touch. Pressing and sliding his fingers against the spine, tracing the spaces between each, palming over muscle and steel as he found himself inching closer.

Now almost pressed against the back of it, he found himself lost in this act, letting his hands drop lower down V1's back, wanting to explore the circuitry and frame by the base of their spine, where the hips connected. Why wouldn't he? After all, was it not a more sensitive zone for beings of flesh and blood? Perhaps it would be so for V1 as well, the angel even daring to move a hand and gently rest it against its shoulder.

"May I?" A question and a request all at once. Go lower, lean forward.