[He doesn't know why Speedwagon is so nervous, they've done this before at Christmas. The man slowly undoes his mask and lets it lapse around his neck.

He slowly comes up to Speedwagon and cusps his cheek with his clawed hand. Tsukikage smiles softly. Then, he delicately presses his arachne face against Speedwagon's lips in their strange, flat kiss.]

I am going to change into a form that is easier to... as you say... breed like a rabbit with. Please keep your eyes closed.