Alexander stood there as she cupped his cheek telling him the story of her life, about the professor she let out a shudder to which he found to his own surprise he had taken her hand, his eye went wide with shock<span style="font-style: italic"> what was that, why am i holding her hand like I'm comforting her</span>yet he did not remove his hand "go on tell me what happened, very few things interest me, you do so please do not stop".<br/><br/>Alexander watched as a long streak worked it's way threw her hair "what, why did you do that to your hair, how did you do that to your hair"<span style="font-style: italic"> oh she is so much fun she has me guessing at every turn</span>he picked her up and sat down placing her on his lap "continue, your story fascinates me" he said in his silky voice he had no idea why it was necessaries to pick her up, he just wanted to he cared little she was part mechanical hell he was part human, dead and monster who was he to judge.