A sound similar to a snort escapes his lips, continuing the gentle acts until coming to a sudden halt at the man’s gaze. He gives the other a frown, pulling away slowly from the other’s casing in hopes that he doesn’t (negatively) react to such. Has he gone too far with it? He didn’t want that to happen, especially with their (bond?) companionship in mind.

hydraulics kick to life , the general quick to chase after the feeling of contact once again. where they touch ― it's as though his system reacts to the electricity that courses through alden's organic form. artificial nerves alight ! && something surges through it's mechanical body , pupils blowing wide from small slits.

[ >>DON'T STOP_ ]

were he to still have a mouth , it would have opened in order to speak ; but he is cut off by the sudden , uncontrollable urge to cough. it rattles through his durasteel frame ― fleshy lungs struggling to get enough air , an awful wheezing every time grievous manages to take a breath in.

[ >>PLEASE DON'T STOP_ ]