"Love."

"Well for starters, maybe a glass of that." You say to the young reporter. Greta Glenn turns and looks up at you with the reaction you have come to expect of women who see you floating above them, first shock, then awe.

"You came." The reporter said with the look on her face like a child catching Santa Clause putting presents under the tree. You can see inside of her mind that Greta's joy-centers are going into overdrive.
"You said that people have the right to know, and they do." You say to her as she hands you the wine. Your species being able to digest and metabolize **** better than humans can, you enjoy the beverage as a performance enhancer as well as a mood balancer. "Perhaps we should go inside?"

"Of course." The reporter says with a blush. "So, first and most important question. Why are you here?" Greta Glenn asks as she starts to record the conversation.
"I am on a mission from The Most Sovereign Authority of The Galactic Council to help accelerate your species to the next stage of their evolution. The Masters of The Galaxy are worried that without their intervention, humanity will not make it through The Great Filter. So..." You gesture to yourself, specifically, the bulge in your skintight suit.

You can see the thoughts and connections coming together inside of the reporter's brain. The innuendos and subtle language putting themselves together. "Wait." She says. "So, you are really here to..." You move at super-speed to take her up into your arms. To Greta it is a sudden WHISK and POP and she wrapped in the arms of your steely frame, completely powerless in your grasp. You see the flashes of fear but they are washed out by excitement and awe. You discard her silk robe, the pink garment fluttering down to the floor. With your energy vision, you cut away her underwear. "uuohhouohh" She lets out as goose bumps cover her whole body. "What if a woman says no?"

You give her an incredulous look. "What woman is going to say no?" You ask. You watch her struggle to come up with an answer, but she cannot not deny that, on a carnal, primal, genetic level, every cell in her being is screaming to have your baby.
As you float down to her bed, your nano-suit and cape retract into the usekh around your neck. To Greta Glenn's eyes you looked like a naked Egyptian god.

Humans are weak and fragile creatures that require care and tenderness when they are the subjects of lovemaking by their genetic superiors. You take your time enjoying the experience of breeding. With the perfect orgasm control common among the higher life forms of the galaxy you make the experience last as long as you desire. Not that the woman ever cares about such things. The moment your tip penetrates the labia, women cannot help but feel the ecstatic surge of sexual energies burning through their bodies as your precum begins to do its work.
You can see inside of Greta's mind that for her, this is the most amazing experience of her life. Her joy-centers are consuming the whole of her brainspace. Her mind is afloat in a psychedelic bliss of pure love. She lets out cries of joy and screams of orgasm between bouts of kissing and biting. You laugh at her playfulness and take a step back. You let her be in charge, let her exhaust her body and imagination on you. Only after she is at the end of her stamina do you take her up into the air one more time and finish.

The noise human women make when they are filled with your seed is simply delightful. Each woman has their own version of it, but always it is the same, an expression of Earth-shattering delight at feeling a pleasure that they could not imagine existed.
You carry the exhausted and blissful Greta Glenn to her bathroom and take your time washing the human clean. You enjoy her hands scrubbing your body despite the fact that you do not sweat or get dirty. As you carry her off to bed, your nanobots clothes you once more in your skin tight suit and sentient cape.
"Sweet dreams my darling." You tell her as you give her one last kiss goodnight. You give her stomach a pat. "And in case you are wondering. Triplets. Two girls and a boy." A smile blossoms across her face as she drifts off to slumber. It is easy enough for you to phase your molecules through the solid matter of her building and let yourself out.

As you return to your perch in the exosphere, you smile knowing that you are that much closer to helping these people join you among the stars.