He'll stop if you stop being all curvy and shiny and nearby and touching him. So, you have only yourself to blame.

If she's smooth ice, his EM is rocky fire, flickering and intense and a little out of control. His optics meet hers, red against gold, his fingers flexing against her throat cabling, feeling the vibration of her voice against his palmplates.

His ventilation hitches, and for a long moment they're frozen there, neither making a move, until he sits back, releasing his grip, face settling into a confused frown. "Only letting you go because I don't wanna waste my time hiding your body."

Sounds plausible, right?