"This is the best way I know to search a place. To do so directly," Ishiah says, almost a complaint save for how plainly he makes his statement, no intent on his end to try the same thing yet again, but no apology for having flown that high in the first place. His hands reach out to slide along Robin's back, brushing flat up and along Robin's spine, urging him close. "If there's a better way to think about it, if there's something that you've been doing since you arrived here, I'd like to know. Obviously my normal options aren't yielding any results."

Feeling Robin's fingers slipping between waistband and skin, Ishiah sighs, tension relaxing out of his features as his head suddenly falls against the back of the couch, lids fluttering to a close.

Maybe he needs something tactile right now, hips nudging up against Robin's thighs. Hopefully he's in the mood.