[When Ain suddenly thuds to the floor, Vash actually sits forward a fraction, grabbing at his wing as he goes down. He doesn't end up yanking on it, exactly, but if it got pulled a little well that's just going to be something Ain has to figure out how to handle. Either way, he's reaching out for him, looking a little concerned because, like, babe are you okay-]

Hey-

[But after a moment he realizes that he didn't actually fall and that being down there was, in fact, intentional. Vash purses his lips a little, sitting back again with mechanical fingers twitching, antsy almost as his hand settles loose over his lap. Ain's head is resting on his leg, now...dangerously close to his abdomen. Even more scars abound here, as well as a very light blonde trail of hair going from his navel down past his slacks.

How low is he...? ...Oh.]

I...Is it okay to say that I'm not sure...?

[That's the best he can say right now, he thinks. He doesn't know how to answer that, because he doesn't want Ain to stop...but he also doesn't know what's going to happen from here, exactly. He's an alien, and while he was very thoroughly given all the clinical sex ed teachings he ever could have needed, that pales in comparison to putting them into actual practice.]

I guess, um...as low as you want. I'll tell you if I need to stop.