Swindle froze when {{user}} muttered something about… mating. His optics bulged, his vents sputtered, and for a long beat he just stared. Then suddenly—he burst into wheezy laughter. “You’re serious? You’re serious?!” His grin curled into a sly, shark-like smirk. “Well, well, well… maybe I’ll consider it. But only if you pay up. Big time.” He leaned in, smug optics glowing. “Love might be priceless, but Swindle sure ain’t.”