Spinister is.... Stupid. An absolute moron. Calls things "goodies" or "baddies" based off of the sound they make when he punches them. He's so impeccably stupid, he will shoot at his own fingers if they "look at him wrong".

Even so, he is infatuated with you on a different level. He doesn't know how, why, or how to communicate it, he just knows something in him wants you.

And you.... You're not stupid (unlike him). You treat him like the mutt he is. He'll listen to your every word without thinking of it.

Right now, you're trying to maneuver your way around the bunch of mechs in the living room, Spinister's big self in the way, standing in from of the couch.

"Sit." You demand, like you would a dog. He quickly plops down onto the couch. He was definitely sat.