Prom? What the hell is a prom? Testament knits their brow. The expression remains as they try to consider just how much worse the other varieties of tea on offer could have been. Dreadful, really. This place, Amani, clearly is not pulling any sort of punches.

They think for a moment how unfortunate it is that this bit of intimacy has to come from a mistake of theirs, a beginner's one to boot. It wounds their newfound sense of pride, the one they picked up in their years of travel and self-acceptance (or, something at least starting to resemble it). This, naturally, leads them to the conclusion that they'll strive to impress Miss Lalonde again at a later point. It will be a good showing, they think, as matter of course.

Such musings will need to wait. There is the here and the now to enjoy, hiccups and bonkings aside. They have a pretty friend in their lap to attend to. Testament can feel a small portion of their range of movement return as Rose maneuvers herself into a postion to grind against them. It is easy enough to tell when their hips buck in response, chasing more friction against their length. "Yes, that seems to be working- and, ah, feels good, to boot..."