This must’ve been the right thing to say, for the tension that had come to build itself up in Connor’s shoulders wound itself out once more and a light blue arrow flitting across the android’s vision assured the machine his message must've been received correctly. “What else can you tell about me?” The detective inquired curiously after a moment, tilting his head to the side so that his curling hair fell with the motion and keeping his chocolate orbs locked questioningly with the android’s over his ceramic mug even as he took another slow slurp of coffee.

Hank paused for a moment, running over all the information he had stored on Connor and sorting it away into valid conclusions in a series of lightning quick processes that would only be noticeable by a human in the quick cycle of yellow his LED ran through in reaction to them. “I know that you’re heavily dependent on caffeine, likely addicted to it as well as nicotine.” The android began, receiving not but a dismissive shrug and a giving nod from his companion before going on. “You carry yourself with an overbearing sense of apathy and behave in the workplace as if you’ve never heard the word professionalism in your life.” Hank tried to go on stoically but Connor quickly silenced him before the machine even had a chance to relay his findings in their entirety.

“Forget I asked.” Connor deadpanned flatly, taking a long drag on his cigarette and turning his head to puff the smoke from the blow sideways, though this appeared to just be an excuse to turn his gaze away as the detective failed to bring his coffee orbs back from the random floorboard they’d come to rest on during his exhale.

“I’m not finished, Detective.” Hank protested stubbornly, the corner of his mechanical lips tugging downwards in an artificial frown at being cut short mid report as he had much more to address than the simple facts he’d stated thus far.

“Oh, joy!” Connor snorted sarcastically, rolling dark chocolate eyes back in a show of utter disinterest that his rising body temperature and stuttering heart rate easily betrayed as a lie. “Please, you flatter me too much. I can’t bare you go on!” The detective snarked dryly, satire dripping from every word like the pineapple syrup quite near smothering the disgusting excuse of a meal still sitting untouched on the plate before him as the man threw his head back so his brown hair flung wildly and placed a hand against his forehead in a dramatic mockery of a swoon.

Hank’s programming warred with itself for a moment, the need to amend his companion's opinion of what he was trying to say battling against Connor’s order to stop in a clash of commands that sparked like livid embers through the machine’s wires as they collided. “You’re well known for being one of the most promising detectives on the force,” The android finally pressed on eventually, the war within his code sizzling out as the task more relevant to his mission overid the compulsory need to follow the commands of the human he’d been assigned to.

“You’re meticulous in your investigation and more than determined when you actually commit to an assignment.” Hank went on evenly, keeping his gaze steadily locked with the calculating stare of his companion as the machine recalled what he’d gathered from the case file he’d flicked through earlier and relayed the conclusions with confidence. “However, you seem to care too much, Detective, even about defective machines.” The android noted, squinting his stormy blue orbs slightly as he gazed upon the renowned detective, trying to pick the human apart with his stare alone and tear the man down to the very data that ran through the organic creature’s veins.

“It surprises me that you would choose this line of work with such a prominent trait so capable of clouding your judgment.” Hank finally concluded thoughtfully, analyzing and calculating every minuscule reaction he could glean from the man before him, filing away details down to the finest breath Connor released in search of pertinent information.

“I care too much not to.” The detective dismissed simply, shrugging his lean shoulders in a casual roll that left nothing else to be said and silence hanging between them once more. “So, you obviously know all there is to know about me,” Connor was surprisingly the one to break the quiet this time, though Hank would have to disagree with the flipant declaration and the robot was quite near certain there were still many things hiding behind the man’s soft smiles he did not yet know. “Tell me about you.” Detective Anderson prompted easily, pulling his cigarette to his lips once more to tug a slow breath of air through the thing as he eyed the android thoughtfully and twirled the shortening item absentmindedly between two fingers.

“As you know, I’m a Hunt-Kill model android, currently registered under the name of Hank, specifically designed for this case.” The machine sounded off automatically, the preprogrammed response an easily accessible line of dialogue that could be enacted at a moment’s notice. “I’m built to function as an information source, a logical thinker, a forensic lab, an ideal partner...” Hank listed diligently but was cut off by his companion mid spiel.

“Did you just say forensic lab?” Connor inquired abruptly, deep chocolate eyes glimmering with peaked interest as the kid took another slow drink of coffee that he let linger on his tongue a long moment before bringing the cigarette back between his parted lips.

“Yes.” Hank verified stoically, feeling his lip do that odd twitch thing again before he forcibly straightened his expression back out. “I can analyse samples in real time for anything from composition to the time it was left.” The android elaborated clinically, pulling an impressed hum of acknowledgement from his companion as Connor nodded thoughtfully along to his words.

“Anything else I should know?” The detective prompted, pulling his nearly used up cigarette from between his lips to frown disappointedly at the tiny stub before reluctantly snubbing the blazing embers out against the edge of his plate where that Satan spawn of pineapple fuckery still yet sat undisturbed.

“I have a multitude of functions.” Hank stated blankly, running through his own coding in search of anything particularly relevant he should relay and finding far too much to elaborate on any one thing in particular. “Is there anything specifically you would like to know?” The android questioned shortly, LED pulsing yellow as his programming slipped into a pending state, machines such as himself being particularly coded for such inquisition sessions and well adapt to simply fall into the protocol for patiently awaiting and confidently answering any questions their owner may have. Await question. Give answer. It was one of the simplest and primary lines of code written into an android’s system.

“Most androids I’ve seen are designed to look,” Connor began slowly but then trailed off, averting his gaze and shifting about awkwardly as his teeth sunk lightly into his lower lip. “I don’t know,” The man tried again, apparently searching for the right words as he gave a soft hum of concentration before going on. “Young and beautiful.” The detective finally stated flatly, internal body temperature rising with the light flush of embarrassment once more as he finally let his tentative gaze flick momentarily back to the emotionless stare of the machine.

“Yes.” Hank replied evenly, unsure of where exactly Connor was going with any of this as the robot could see no correlation between popular android designs and their mutual assignment. “Androids are often times crafted according to popular standards of beauty so that they are considered more visually appealing and thus desirable to the consumer populous.” Hank stated knowledgeably, LED still pulsing steadily yellow in awaitence of further question even if the actual topic of conversation no longer made much sense to the machine in terms of relevance.

“Then what’s with the whole hot, silver fox made sweet, slow love to a beefcake bear thing you’ve got going on?” Connor finally blurted sharply, obviously uncomfortable as his flushed cheeks darkened from a demure pink to a bleeding scarlet and his heart rate picked up a few paces as the words tumbled clumsily from his lips, all strung together with an absolute lack of punctuation in the detective’s flustered rush.

And if that sure didn’t knock Hank right the fuck out of his carefully coded “pending question” stasis mode. LED stumbling from its slow, yellow pulse to flicker rapidly for a moment before slowly cycling back to cool blue. Hank stared blankly at his companion for a pace longer than he probably should’ve as no line of code or preprogrammed response presented itself in the android's limitless data to counteract the unexpected question.

“Well, as I said, detective, I was specifically designed for this mission.” Hank finally began again, hesitating over his words as a sharp jerk tugged his lips upwards before the machine could restrain the pointless action, the urge only becoming stronger as Connor merely sat and stared with his doe eyes widened to an absolutely bewildered deer in the headlights look. “And, vicariously, your partner.” The android added slowly, hoping to help pull his companion along to the conclusion if he offered up enough information but it appeared as if these wistful hopes were in vain.

“Uh huh.” Is all Conor had to offer to the conversation, carefully wrapping both hands around the large coffee mug and drawing it cautiously to his lips to tip back a slow drink, chocolate orbs staying fixed carefully on the android throughout.

Enough mercy. Hank was just gonna say it.

“So, much of the data gathered for my design was taken from your Grindr profile.” The android stated simply, keeping his stoic gaze perfectly even as his eyes remained locked steadily with Connor’s over the rim of the cup as the man’s chocolate orbs widened to the size of the unfortunate saucer forced to bare the monstrosity of an untouched dessert.