Touch was not a rare event to it anymore, and Lobco's even less than most others. It didn't jump at the contact, but rather seemed to relax against it. The tentacles curled in easy rest, and it tilted back its head as her hand made contact with its shell. Though it couldn't close its eyes, the angle gave a very real suggestion of them having been closed to slits of pleasure.

It raised a hand in the sign for go ahead, the gesture only slightly shaky as it enjoyed her slow movement.