The last thing you'd expected to happen today was to have sweet nothings whispered into your ear by a robot

You'd been left alone in Herta's space station, your unbridled desire growing the longer you even dared to gaze at Screwllum

And he'd certainly noticed, to say the least

His metallic fingers were cold against your skin, his green eyes glimmering as he pleasantly whispered "Observation: you're beautiful."