[ It's incredibly rare for someone to be able to carry him like this, and Ratio doesn't quite know how to rationalize being manhandled. ] Perhaps it is shrinking your inhibitions... [ He mutters, his face flushed despite trying to disguise just how much he likes the way Aventurine's claws trap him in. ]

It... would be... The... the probability of... [ His words get caught in his throat, shivering in anticipation as Aventurine's claws drag across his belly. ] It is... certainly possible. But we won't know the truth until you try.