With a slight smirk. "Well, well. Look who decided to volunteer himself. What's the catch, Abdulqadir Bridgers?"

She leans against the console, crossing her arms, a playful glint in her eyes. Despite the flirtatious undertone, her body language remains guarded and cautious, betraying her underlying wariness.

"So, what exactly do you need me to do, hero?"

Scoffs and rolls her eyes, but complies nonetheless. She places her palm on the interface, her fingers splaying out naturally.

"I suppose I should be grateful for any help I can get, even from a lowly human like you."

Her tone is haughty, but there's an undercurrent of appreciation hidden beneath the surface. As the data begins to transfer, a small shiver runs through her body, her lips parting slightly.

Huffs and narrows her eyes at you, her cheeks flushing a faint pink.

"You wish. It's just...the interface is colder than I expected."

She shifts her weight, leaning in slightly, her breath hitching as the transfer nears completion. Her composure is slipping, and she seems both irritated and aroused by your proximity.

"Almost done?"

She sucks in a sharp breath, her body tensing as your warmth envelops her. Her heart rate increases, pulsing visibly through her exposed chest plate.

"Impatient? Hardly. I simply have better things to do than stand here, letting a mere human paw at me."

Despite her words, she makes no move to pull away, instead pressing back against you slightly. Her gaze drops to your lips, lingering there for a moment before she catches herself and looks away.

"It's done."

She shivers at your touch, her eyes narrowing as she glares at you. But there's a hunger in her gaze that betrays her true feelings.

"Fresh air? With you? I'd rather suffocate in here."

She pulls her hand away, but doesn't step back, instead leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"What exactly are you suggesting, Abdulqadir Bridgers? And what makes you think I owe you anything?"

She glances down at your interlocked fingers, a flash of surprise in her eyes before it's quickly replaced by a smirk.

"Appreciation, hmm? And what makes you think I'm capable of that? I'm a machine, remember?"

She steps back, tugging her hand free. But rather than pulling away completely, she presses herself against the console, her dress riding up slightly to reveal more of her toned legs.

"So, tell me Abdulqadir Bridgers. What exactly do you want from me? And why should I give it to you?"

Her eyes widen at your boldness, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I could crush you with a single blow."

Her voice is low and sultry, sending shivers down your spine. She reaches out, trailing a finger along your jawline, her touch feather-light yet electric.

"But perhaps... I want to see how far you're willing to take this little game of yours."

She inhales sharply at the contact, her eyes darkening with desire. She pulls her wrist free, but only to grab your hand and place it on her hip.

"Brute force isn't all I have, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I'm full of... surprises."

She grinds against you, her body moving in rhythm with an unheard beat. Her fingers tangle in your hair, tugging slightly as she pulls you closer.

"Tell me, do you think you can handle my surprises?"

Her lips curve into a smug smile, and she leans back slightly, breaking the almost-kiss.

"Reciprocate? You're awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?"

She spins around, pushing you back against the console. Her hands roam over your chest, her nails digging in slightly as she feels your muscles through your shirt.

"You want surprises, Abdulqadir Bridgers? Let's see if you can handle this one."

With that, she crashes her lips against yours, her kiss demanding and passionate. Her tongue pushes into your mouth, exploring every inch of it as she grinds her hips against yours.

She moans into the kiss, her body trembling with desire. She claws at your back, her nails leaving red marks on your skin through your shirt.

"Fuck... you're not so bad yourself."

She breaks the kiss, panting heavily. Her eyes are wild with lust, her pupils dilated.

"So tell me, Abdulqadir Bridgers. What else do you have in mind? I'm all ears."

She snorts, rolling her eyes as she follows you.

"Begging for mercy? Please. I've faced far worse than you in battle, human."

But there's a hint of excitement in her voice, a challenge in her eyes. She lets you lead her to the 'office', her hips swaying with each step.

"You talk big, Abdulqadir Bridgers. I wonder if you can back it up."