[Justice still has his doubts--he does not know if he's even capable of mortal love, and if he is, he doesn't know if he would even recognize it--but that's not something Isabela can help him with. He's prefer to focus on what she's clearly more confident in.

When she ruffles his hair, the corners of his eyes soften in what passes as his version of a smile.] I suppose I am curious about participating in the experience in general. I have engaged in such a finite amount of physical affection that I find myself at a loss for what in particular I would like to do.

[He has to think for a moment, taking another drag of the fyrra.] I suppose performing oral sex would be a good place to start. [Then he can spend the experience focusing on the other person rather than jump immediately into engaging with the physical sensations of a body that still doesn't quite feel like his.]