Techno-Dann was very much minding his own business, inspecting something, when Neshomeh slinked in, looking around.

He was still minding his own business when he heard a low, throaty voice purr into his ear, and a soft slim arm wrapped around his waist. "Hi, Dann." His name quivered in his ear, tensing every part of his body. "What are you doing?"

"I was trying to retrofit this pudding hatch," Dann murmured, cautiously.

"Oh?" Neshomeh's voice came out soft, and sultry. Her hand was working the clasp of his workbelt.

"Yes," Dann said, trying to gather his thoughts.

"Do you need any help?" With that, the buckle came undone, the ends splaying downwards.

"I think I could appreciate a bit of help," he said. "After all, those of us who turn into cats need to stick together." He considered. "Even though in my case it's because of Bryn's extremely inhuman and unethical science experiments."

A gentle hand promptly invaded his pants. "I'm sure I could help."

Dann paused for a moment, before he responded. "That is not helping."

"Are you sure? I can turn into a very special cat."

"And what sort is that?"

"A sex kitten."