Even if Connor recognized the body language of overt seduction, his temple flashed at the first instance of being on the other side of it. This was a far, far cry from the Eden Club and the hollow stares of androids built for sex just following their programming. More than that, this woman wielded some sort of power unseen, and he was far more adjusted to dealing with threats than propositions.

“Proper introductions, perhaps,” Connor replied, erring to take it at face value and respond to her leisurely demeanor in kind. For whatever reason, he felt a strong need not to disappoint this woman. “Connor. An android built by Cyberlife.”