The cat grinned even wider. Sometimes Dumas was feeling a little grumpier and didn't bite, and while that had it's own charm, the witty, gruffly playful Dumas was the Dumas that Cheshire loved best. Maybe it was because Dumas rarely backed down, and maybe because, as the head of security, he knew Cheshire's real name and that made it all more tense and real, but for whatever reason, Dumas was fun to play with.<br/><br/>"If only I could get White jealous," Cheshire said with a wistful longing before switching gears, "but I think I really don't ever see you in person because YOU are always down here in your dreary steel box watching us all with your digital eyes and wired brain, ticking away each pixel that's out of place on the little screens on the wall. I keep offering an after hours show, but you keep giving me excuses."<br/><br/>The artificial cat stretched out on an invisible table and looked at Dumas upside down as he continued.<br/><br/>"Besides, I figured you and your A.I. were an item, the amount of time you spend alone with him." Cheshire narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows on the DJ throne and on the cat's face. "Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, one in two and two in one, All alone in a steely box, what happens behind it's steely locks?" he sang as his cat's tail flicked in time to the tune. Needles to say, Cheshire had a slightly more... progressive view of Artificial Intelligence programs and how human they were. He'd seen a few made that had more humanity then most people, which in the end wasn't saying all that much.