[ Now she's the one huffing against him, puffing an angry little breath against his metal. It's tempting to follow it up with one last bonk, but she's enjoying her non-sexual ride. ]

You giant metal stick in the mud...

[ Her hand does not hurt, though. If he senses any sort of discomfort in the form of her shaking the pain off, he's imagining things! ]

The kitchenette next. I'm thirsty. [ Her feet lightly tap his sides. It's not a conk! He can't complain! ] And hey! I guess I taught you something! Now I don't have to worry about covering your daily motor oil needs~

[ She...still has no idea what the real him subsists on. She's going to keep thinking it's oil. Or maybe gas, since he mentioned needing it for his rockets.

Suddenly, she jerks against him, nearly slipping off. Guess who just got the implications of what he'd said? ]

Oh my God, you naughty bot! I wasn't totally serious about the sofa thing! It's not that big of a deal.

[ If he'd like a taste of how they can keep making money, then he'll get it from her lightly brushing her fingers over his neck area. Plus some actual kisses to his faceplate, after she leans forward enough to do so. ]

Too bad you don't have a suit yet. Getting your card could get me a few more things. Maybe I could even work up to a bigger room that'll fit giant metal sticks in the mud~?