[There's a careful nod, unable to quite hide his own timidity at appearing to Cy in this state — as much because of the change to his form as the implication of their union together. That this is what it will be like when they have children one day, a future he wants badly enough that it aches. The emotion sticks in his throat; he swallows past it, leaning into where Cy holds his wrist, seeking comfort in the contact of skin.]

I'm all right. It's... new.

[An understatement, to say the least.]

I'm not sure how you find this attractive, though. [To get to the heart of newly discovered insecurity.] I can't move very well. I feel... heavy, on top of you.