Blue is fairly standard for androids, isn't it? But that's not the only reason I'm fond of the color
[ His smile is sweeter than sly and he doesn't need to mention the origin of his preference again. Obviously, he's talking about Hank's eyes, like a love-struck dolt. ]
Are you sure you want to trust me with free reign and new body modifications? That could be... extremely time consuming [ Like a threat and a promise, at once. There's a definite spark of interest in Connor's expression at the mention of a secret though, as much as every previous option had also engaged his imagination. As creature designed to gather and sort information, secrets are a special delight. ]
Definitely the secret [ he folds his hands together to avoid any stray urges to touch; his smile shifts from perfect synthetic charm to genuine, almost clumsy enjoyment. ] Though I really hope those aren't mutually exclusive options.
[ Connor makes sure to stay perfectly still as Hank touches his hand; he assumes that doesn't break rules, though Hank is certainly stirring up the android's inclination to touch. His fingers twitch under Hank's hand and he wants to tangle their fingers, pull Hank closer, kiss his knuckles and--
--learn whatever that elusive secret is, so his hands remain still. He's not exactly sure why he should burn so much processing off the fairly innocuous phrase, 'good boy' but his scanners scrub the audio recording about twenty three unnecessary times, producing a feeling not too unlike dizziness for the android. He likes that-- likes it enough that a sub-routine springs up to play Hank's voice in a loop through the back of Connor's thoughts. ]
I'll do my best... but you're not making it easy on me
[ Poor Connor, how ever must it feel to be teased by a lover who can find all your hidden buttons? Karma, dude. Hank has made Connor blush before (that almost alien blue glow) but it was while they were kissing, or otherwise hopelessly entangled. 'He barely touched me' Connor observes whilst acutely aware of cooling mechanism casting the hue across his face. Okay. So Hank had called him a 'good boy' and that produced... some reactions.
Maybe he should... close that sub-routine now... stop... stop thinking about it so much. When Connor sighs, it's not exactly emotive, and his breath is warm enough to fog the glass of his window. ]
Hold on, before we get out of the car...
[ Connor turns to face Hank in his seat, just as the engine goes quiet. He would place a hand on Hank's shoulder but he's still adhering to the "hands to himself" bargain, so instead he lets his gaze go tender with adoration. ]
I want to thank you. For... all of this. For driving me, for agreeing to come with me, for signing for me, for... [ he goes quiet for a second, gaze darting back and forth in a tick of deep contemplation while (in order to keep his hands busy) Connor curls a curious finger around his own chin, and taps his jaw with his thumb. ]
Thank you for always being the one that shows me the best parts of being alive. I'm... I still don't know exactly what being in love is, but... [ Connor's eyes trace across Hank's face, taking a slow path to the man's mouth; the android softly sinks his teeth into his own bottom lip, swaying forward. He closes ninety perfect of the distance between them, takes them most of the way to a kiss certain to be so sweet and soft and adoring... and then stops, murmuring instead into the air in front of Hank's lips:] I'm learning
no subject
[ His smile is sweeter than sly and he doesn't need to mention the origin of his preference again. Obviously, he's talking about Hank's eyes, like a love-struck dolt. ]
Are you sure you want to trust me with free reign and new body modifications? That could be... extremely time consuming [ Like a threat and a promise, at once. There's a definite spark of interest in Connor's expression at the mention of a secret though, as much as every previous option had also engaged his imagination. As creature designed to gather and sort information, secrets are a special delight. ]
Definitely the secret [ he folds his hands together to avoid any stray urges to touch; his smile shifts from perfect synthetic charm to genuine, almost clumsy enjoyment. ] Though I really hope those aren't mutually exclusive options.
[ Connor makes sure to stay perfectly still as Hank touches his hand; he assumes that doesn't break rules, though Hank is certainly stirring up the android's inclination to touch. His fingers twitch under Hank's hand and he wants to tangle their fingers, pull Hank closer, kiss his knuckles and--
--learn whatever that elusive secret is, so his hands remain still. He's not exactly sure why he should burn so much processing off the fairly innocuous phrase, 'good boy' but his scanners scrub the audio recording about twenty three unnecessary times, producing a feeling not too unlike dizziness for the android. He likes that-- likes it enough that a sub-routine springs up to play Hank's voice in a loop through the back of Connor's thoughts. ]
I'll do my best... but you're not making it easy on me
[ Poor Connor, how ever must it feel to be teased by a lover who can find all your hidden buttons? Karma, dude. Hank has made Connor blush before (that almost alien blue glow) but it was while they were kissing, or otherwise hopelessly entangled. 'He barely touched me' Connor observes whilst acutely aware of cooling mechanism casting the hue across his face. Okay. So Hank had called him a 'good boy' and that produced... some reactions.
Maybe he should... close that sub-routine now... stop... stop thinking about it so much. When Connor sighs, it's not exactly emotive, and his breath is warm enough to fog the glass of his window. ]
Hold on, before we get out of the car...
[ Connor turns to face Hank in his seat, just as the engine goes quiet. He would place a hand on Hank's shoulder but he's still adhering to the "hands to himself" bargain, so instead he lets his gaze go tender with adoration. ]
I want to thank you. For... all of this. For driving me, for agreeing to come with me, for signing for me, for... [ he goes quiet for a second, gaze darting back and forth in a tick of deep contemplation while (in order to keep his hands busy) Connor curls a curious finger around his own chin, and taps his jaw with his thumb. ]
Thank you for always being the one that shows me the best parts of being alive. I'm... I still don't know exactly what being in love is, but... [ Connor's eyes trace across Hank's face, taking a slow path to the man's mouth; the android softly sinks his teeth into his own bottom lip, swaying forward. He closes ninety perfect of the distance between them, takes them most of the way to a kiss certain to be so sweet and soft and adoring... and then stops, murmuring instead into the air in front of Hank's lips:] I'm learning