[ Connor narrows his eyes, then gives the ghost of a grin, belatedly recognising the joke.
He's about to say he's never even heard of cardamom and he should try it sometime, but something in Erik's whole countenance shifts, suddenly intently focused on Connor. It's the kind of shift Connor might make to interrogate a suspect, and it puts him instantly on edge. ]
Nobody sent me.
[ He can't help sounding a little cold at the suggestion. The memory of the words he was virtually programmed to introduce himself with - I'm the android sent by CyberLife - flash across his mind, words he's already determined to never have to say again. ]
no subject
He's about to say he's never even heard of cardamom and he should try it sometime, but something in Erik's whole countenance shifts, suddenly intently focused on Connor. It's the kind of shift Connor might make to interrogate a suspect, and it puts him instantly on edge. ]
Nobody sent me.
[ He can't help sounding a little cold at the suggestion. The memory of the words he was virtually programmed to introduce himself with - I'm the android sent by CyberLife - flash across his mind, words he's already determined to never have to say again. ]
Why would you think that?