He didn't choose to suddenly bring the conversation down to Sizhui's level. It was... someone he could speak with and commiserate. "It is a lot," he agrees, nodding at the same time.

"So. Hands. They can be used everywhere." A small shrug. "Touch, caress, scratch, pull. On certain parts of the body, they can bring great pleasure and it will vary between one person and another. It's no different than someone liking pork and another preferring tofu. Personal preference. Talking's important." It was the one method of communication he managed to excel at. Talking outside of the bedroom? That still needed work. "Whatever feels good on you when you touch yourself is generally a good start to see if your partner does. And you have to trust them to let you know if they like it, don't like it, want something different, so on and so on."

It was probably a big assumption on his part that Lans did something other than meditate and eat rabbit food but as he learned over the years, anyone who denied stroking one out was either a eunich, lying, or dead.