Sounds...sort of fake, at least considering the last time he got so worked up he more or less found himself rebooting in desperation to escape the sensory overload. Does she reboot? Does she feel that way? Or does she feel more like a human, experiences it more intense but in a different way? Is it more physical or mental? Does she feel like electricity is shocking every inch of her? The more he thinks about it, about the differences and similarities, the more he wants to know. He always wants to know.

It's always the death of him.

He sits up, propped up a bit on his elbows as he looks at her, making a face at what she asks him next. Is he sure? Seriously? Seriously?

"Seriously 2B? You're going to ask me that? You're going to ask me if I'm sure?"

How clear does he have to make it? Does he have to spell it out? Does he have to pin her to his bed himself and forcefully transfer just exactly how he feels to her wirelessly, so she can truly experience the torrid, nuclear storm he harbors inside his chest.

"You're not allowed to touch yourself while you're with me."