Axe's first few statements were enough to make Nit silent for a few moments. Eye pinning, they responded, "<span style="font-family: courier;">T- Tcht, don't b- be ridi... culous. S- St- Stop lying.</span>" Nit folded two of their three arms, one still grasping at Axe's arm, while trembling slightly and looking off to the side. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm not...<span style="font-style: italic"> that</span> important to... you.</span>" Even though they sacrificed their indolence to come here. Even though they were willing to visit Axe at the hospital. Even though they were a royal<span style="font-style: italic"> lord</span>. This care she had made Nit extremely uncomfortable. Not oh-gosh-I'm-gonna-puke uncomfortable, but still pretty queasy.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">When did I... ever say you were... going to cut your... self?</span>" Nit asked while chuckling quite audibly. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You humans assume... too much. As far... as I'm concerned, the... only thing worth cutting... is your impression of... me being stupid.</span>" They nuzzzled her face softly. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm stupid, but... not <span style="font-style: italic">that</span> stupid. I was more... worried about you... cutting your hair or... something because of me. Though I know... you gotta do it... sometime, I just... didn't want that bad... taste in your mouth, <span style="font-style: italic">¿sabè?</span></span>"<br/><br/>Tilting their head, Nit tightened their grip as Axe discussed their supposed strength. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm not strong. You're just... weak. Don't you tell... any of those two... jack shit or I'll... end you right there. That's exercise, and... I hate exercise.</span>" They held and straightened their floating alarm clock head by the sides.<span style="font-family: courier;">"My head is... also pretty sensitive to... damage, being glass... and cheap quartz and... stuff. Plus other intricate... anatomy bullshit. Natural isn't... always the best.</span>" Their gloved, prosthetic fingers tapped its sides, a light clacking sound accompanying it as metal met metal. "<span style="font-family: courier;">So no thanks. I'm... more fit being a... fatass lord bossing... people around and... sleeping all day.</span>"<br/><br/>More sweet talk. This time, Nit did not feel uneasy. Not as much at least. They finally released Axe's arm from their grasp, allowing it to breathe. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You're as sweet as... flan sometimes...</span>" Their four arms were put to rest of their respective sides while Axe touched them and leaned. Blushing, their light-green spiral face gaining blotchy tints of more saturated hues on each "cheek", they tentatively spectated her actions. Their head perked up and nudged her face playfully. They waited.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I suppose that's... true.</span>"