Oh, she liked him. She didn't normally like machines - reminded her too much of Hephaestus - but this one she enjoyed immensely. Out of nowhere a little table appeared to float beside her and she deposited the drink there to take the towel. Connor had gotten her attention which was, again, a rarity. She leaned forward a little, her almost-nothing clothing accentuated by the move. She reached out and lightly touched the side of his face. "Can you feel, Connor?" She let the touch be normal until her fingertip reached his chin, then she sent a small trickle of pleasure through her finger as if interested to see if he would react. Did androids work the same as humans this way?