[Alivian accepts the touch in his space, and then the partial lift of his mask. He removes it the rest of the way, placing it on the dashboard with a quirked brow at his partner.]

Is a vehicle also a personal space for you? I did not know.

[His touch is slow as it reaches Sylus's shoulder, and he caresses close to the juncture of neck and shoulder with a gentle brush of his thumb.]

I don't understand it, but I'm not unwilling.

The carriages back in my homeland are all public transport. There was never much privacy even if you closed the blinds. I was looking at your car the same way.