"Mm." Tarantulas smiles, the eyelashes over his primary eyes fluttering as Jeff touches his face. It feels nice -- he's very ready to feel some nice things.

"Upstairs, definitely," he purrs, standing up himself. Although he only comes up to Jeff's chest, his grip on Jeff's wrist is surprisingly strong as he pulls him over to the stairs. "I'm quite eager to gauge your gratitude for myself."