That was what it meant, and Spirit would have understood that. Stein wanted to dissect people who he found interesting, and he had done it to Spirit several times - much to Spirit's chagrin. Stein held back from saying it to Vanessa because he wasn't sure she'd understand. He didn't want her to worry that he was cracking up again.

No, this was just his normal madness. What he considered to be normal, for him.

With effort, he glanced down and met her gaze, smiling crookedly and continuing to stroke her hair as he watched her lips stretch around his shaft. He couldn't imagine a more attractive thing, at the moment, though usually his own sense of aesthetics was a lot less mundane.