Comfort Zone (Connor x Reader)

Seven

[This is what I get for flirting. She's got me somewhat trapped. It's... impressive.]

Connor eyed the cuffs attached to the table. He'd seen plenty of suspects in them, but now it was his turn. The sight distracted him until a hand gently turned his head. You smiled once he caught your gaze. "You wanted me to show off, didn't you? To show you the things you can't do yourself?"

"I've interrogated my fair share of androids already, Detective. The only thing I am impressed by is how I've ended up here." The sound of a door sliding made you both look; Hank and Gavin were just... leaving?! The android narrowed his eyes, scanning around. They were in the room behind the glass. The audience, so to speak.

[Assertive.]

His crooked smile formed. "It seems we have a live audience, Detective. Will your interrogation be entertaining? Or will you be booed off of the stage?"

Reaching over, the printer was powered on before you returned the android's smile. "I'm here to interrogate you. All I ask is that you answer my questions. And..." Leaning down, you tipped his head back with your index finger under his chin. "...... try not to get distracted, Connor. Because if you insist on playing with fire, you'll get burned."

"It would have to be something significant to distract me," he explained. "And while I am admittedly curious about your capabilities, I'm still left wanting something substantial."

It was an interesting dynamic, really. Both sides unfazed. But the male had little experience in being the one questioned. Or in being the one flirted with.

"I'm going to pretend you aren't still insulting me," you spoke carefully, returning to the other seat. "Namely because you haven't seen anything new. But here you are, privy to your own polygraph, and locked in place." Another smile. "Shall we start, then?"

The android didn't need to get comfortable, and his face was emotionless. "I've been waiting, Detective. Burn me."

"Are you a virgin, Connor?"

You weren't entirely sure, since the glass was soundproof, but you could faintly hear the sounds of two men cackling next door.

[Is this what she wants to know?]

"Yes, Detective. I am." -Truth-

"You aren't bothered by it, either. I don't need to ask to know that. I will, however, ask what your motive was for flirting with me. I transferred here to train you, RK800. And you've just gotten under my skin the whole time." Your eyes narrowed. "I am aware that I was cold initially. And... being from where I grew up... I haven't been able to fully trust an android. Are you flirting with me to try and throw me off, or are you genuinely attracted to me?"

"I needed some sort of strategy to throw you off. I typically do not retaliate. But you came here to train, and we're stuck with each other." Connor shrugged a bit. "I thought that if I proved I wouldn't back down, you would settle."

Glancing at the printer, your eyebrows went high: False. "Let me rephrase it. You admit to flirting so I might settle down."

"Yes." -Truth-

"But you are attracted to me despite your strategy."

"... I..." That part of the question he'd avoided.

"Connor. I need an answer."

[What kind of test is this?! These are pointless!]

The android's mouth worked, finally letting the confidence slip. With slow motions you stood up, meandering over to your trainee. "Connor. I asked if the flirting was a tactic or done with genuine interest." You turned his head towards the printer. "You said tactic only. The polygraph says otherwise." You sat on the table right beside him, watching him still refuse to answer. "You played with fire. I warned you about the consequences. You told me to burn you."

His face was working over a tiny bit, purposely avoiding your eyes. "These questions are useless, Detective. What point do they serve?"

"As children say, "you started it". You said you were looking forward to watching me perform! And my entire career is built on a throne of disguises and deception. I do what I need to do to get the information I need, RK800. And I'm here to teach you those skills. But look at what happened. I have you cuffed to a table and linked to a polygraph printer."

Connor finally turned to gaze up at you, torn between defiance and his genuine self. "You hated me the moment you saw me. But I was stuck with you, and I had to devise some sort of plan to defend myself, instead of simply taking your hatred."

Much to his- and the audience's- surprise, you let your eyes close, exhaling slowly. "... please don't take it personally, Connor. I'm sorry for my initial vitriol. But given time I'd have warmed up anyways." You gently laid a hand over one of his own. "Yes I left a city that ruined my opinion of androids in general. But you know what? That's no different from how I feel about humans. A person is smart, people are stupid. And while androids burned down most of Buffalo, I can still enjoy the company of one I know already."

[... I may have royally fucked up.]

Softly, you went on. "Like I said, I'm sorry for coming off as a bitch. And... I guess I still am one. But... I can tell you're going out of your way to put me in my place."

Shaking his head, the android protested. "No, no, that wasn't... I..."

"I like the confidence. I don't like the haughty attitude. I appreciate you respecting my boundaries. I hate that you put my abilities down." There was a moment taken to let your words sink in. "And... if I'm being honest?" Tipping his head back again, you offered a smirk. "Your flirting is creative, cheeky, and weirdly intelligent. The consent thing is also attractive. Now, then..." Leaning close again, you lingered. "Let's try again. Are you genuinely attracted to me...?"

It took a moment or three to get his mouth working, but being the one flirted with was creating all sorts of errors and mixed signals in his system. His LED seemed to be stuck on yellow. "... yes. ... very much so, Detective." -Truth-

"There we go. Are you enjoying being at my mercy, getting a firsthand look at what I can do?"

"..... no." -Truth- "Seeing your skills is pleasant, but no... I do not enjoy the lack of control." -Truth-

Another truth. "So in other words you don't like being my bitch, is that it?" you asked, letting the humor pull some of the weird tension away. Laughing under your breath, you eyed the android staring at you. "Okay, then. What would you prefer?"

Connor didn't laugh, but the crooked smile returned. "Gavin was closer to the truth than he realized, Detective." Your eyebrows came close, wanting an explanation. "I would, in fact, like to bend you over my desk."