Thomas wasn't sure his ancestors had ever swung in trees, at least on the demon side, but now wasn't the time to dissect the concept. He rolled the wheel across Robin's hips and then sat up, eyes luminescent white almost. "Lube." It was a demand, and it would be better for both of them if it was closer than the wardrobe. For Thomas because then he wouldn't have to get up and stop touching Robin, and for Robin because...well, if he was inconvenienced like that maybe he'd just have to start over.