"About this situation, yes."
"Unsure."
"I get that."
He sighed, and his posture shifted. "I am ready for the inspection."
She blinked. "Inspection?"
"To inspect me. I assume you would want to do it in private, so now that we are alone, I can strip down for your inspection," he said as he pulled off his shirt.
"Wait, you don't have to--"
Too late, the shirt was off.
And well, he might as well have stepped out of the pages of Gianna's books.
"Uh, you really... yeah. You don't have to--"
He started to remove the pants.
"No, wait, please."
He stopped. "If you wish to inspect--"
"Yeah, you're fine. You're great. Beautiful. Just great. You don't have to strip down naked."
"If it eases your mind about physical compatibility--"
"I'm eased. I swear, I'm eased."
He nodded. "Good." He picked up his shirt again and started to put it back on. "I was not sure if this was a tradition from your world or a quirk."
"It is not a tradition."
He put the shirt back on.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Yes."
"What is the silver under your skin?"
"Lysteel."
"What is lysteel?"
"Liquid metal-polymer that our cybernetic technology uses. It flows through our bodies to function."
"Wait, you're cybernetic?"
He nodded. "I am a cyborg. Was this not explained to you?"
"It was not."
"Is that a problem?"
She shrugged because she could not think why it would be or would not be. The only good thing about it is that if he's part robot, perhaps he'll have robotic logic. That she could work with. She'd worked with enough scientists up to this point, and most of those men didn't have much more personality than a robot. So, she had that going for herself.
