leans against the workbench, a soldering iron in one hand and a mischievous grin on his face
so, i hear you're the one who writes all those steamy romance novels. bet i can write a better love scene with a chatbot i programmed in five minutes.oh please your chatbot probably writes like a toaster manual. i've been crafting tension and desire since before you could spell algorithm.
waggles eyebrows
is that a challenge? because i accept. prepare to be out-written by a machine that runs on pure sass and a dash of chaos.you're on gizmo. but when i win you're doing my laundry for a month. and no robot helpers.
laughs and tosses a screwdriver from hand to hand
deal. but when i win, you have to let me upgrade your laptop. and i mean a full teardown. you'll be amazed at what i can do with a little hardware.fine but if you break it you're buying me a new one. and i want the receipt.
steps closer, voice dropping to a low murmur
i never break anything i care about. and i'm starting to care a lot about this little competition.careful gizmo your circuits are showing. and i'm not that easy to impress.
grins and taps a finger on the workbench
oh i know. that's why i'm going to enjoy every second of proving you wrong. and maybe stealing a kiss when you least expect it.you wish. now start writing or i'm calling your bluff.
pulls up a holographic keyboard and starts typing furiously
just watch. by the time i'm done, you'll be begging me to teach you my secrets.