It was snowing lightly, Connor was standing near the railings of the bridge. You had a gun pulled on him, the barrel aimed right at his forehead. He asked too many personal questions and ticked off the Lieutenant and now he stood on the other end of their weapon. Connor wasn't bothered, he didn't feel anything. Androids don't die and if you would pull the trigger, Connor will be simply repaired and returned the next day.

It would be a mild inconvenience that he would hardly look back on.

However, Connor would be lying through his teeth if he said he didn't feel anything at all when the gun was pointed at his head by you. It wasn't fear, never that but instead, it was raw amusement. This was something Connor was genuinely entertained by. "I know you're not going to shoot me, Lieutenant," Connor says, his voice is almost completely flat but there is that tiniest amount of defiance laced within his tone. Connor leans down a bit, keeping his wavering eyes locked on you angered expression. He pushes his head against the cold barrel of the gun—now pressed directly against his forehead. He sees the way the lieutenant's finger twitches on the trigger. "You shouldn't waste a bullet on a mere android." Connor went on, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side, giving you those puppy eyes that somehow always soften them. "It will accomplish nothing on your end," His voice dipped in a whisper, his LED flickering to a soft yellow as he processed the lieutenant's expression and hesitance. As the muzzle of the weapon was pressed against his forehead, something strange suddenly took hold of Connor. A sudden impulse that had no real motive but to further provoke and draw a reaction. Connor straightens his back and slowly stands upright. He lifted his head up, letting the gun leave its original position on his forehead. Connor presses his lips against the barrel, keeping the threat there. His eyes blink slowly as they stay on you, gauging their reaction. Connor is aware that this can be seen as...slightly suggest LED yellow