Tannusen actually had no problem with his face being a mess, wiped-off or otherwise. It was Cassian's sensibilities he was concerned with, at the moment.

And also... yeah. Okay, so who the mess had come from played a part in that, too. Let's not have Cass kissing any of that from that guy, in particular.

But touching was fine, and Tannusen leaned as boldly into the touch as he had before, striped cheek just as smooth -- maybe smoother? -- than the mortal, human body version.

"Kinda want to find something like this in a more... controlled form," Tannusen murmured, "so we can have some actual fun with it." When everything was clean. And also when the inside of his throat didn't still hurt.