[Oh no, those flesh and blood hands are still right against his shoulders and arms, giving the Psiioniic a nice... firm... grip. His tongue slips out from between his fangs as he grins, all teasing. More of those faint ghostly touches go against Dualscar's skin, lightly pulling at his clothing, brushing against his fins. As if the Psiioniic has hands everywhere.]

Well, let me tell you, I don't need ropeth or chainth or thpethial toyth to really get thomeone all hot and bothered. Imagine thith touch of mine going jutht a little...

[Energy from his fingertips begins to trail down Dualscar's chest, spreading against each defined muscle appreciatively, and further still-]