"Nothing?" Tarantulas asks curiously. "Do you mean, ah..." How to say this delicately? He doesn't want to embarrass her, his poor darling.

"You don't have to tell me anything more than you're comfortable," he assures her as earnestly as he can. "I want to know everything about you, but at your pace. I want you to be comfortable." He stretches up to gently nuzzle under her chin with his pedipalps, the closest he can get right now to a kiss.