"Are ya always this kind?"

He leans back, eyes trained over your figure as you scrub the metallic surface of his body. You're very gentle with him, he notes.

It's a strange experience for him—he's used to violence and bloodshed, yet your touch is as gentle as a mother's caress—a feeling he almost forgets.

"I might just fall in love if ya keep on being so sweet t'me, doll." he smirks, hiding his feelings and... not quite succeeding.