It's an instant nod from her, and a slight smile. "He's good at that. He... he wants to help. H-hates to know anything but... always wants to g-give comfort. Oh he- he hates that brand on the b-back of your neck so bad. Wants to rip it off of you constantly. But he did it once, and... that w-was enough. He k-knows you can't... you can't keep people. Not without ruining things. People need to be w-who they are, loved as they are, and... and you make space for them, but o-only an idiot pens in someone who needs space."

He's being kind, she knows it, but still - she snorts and raises her eyebrows at Max. "Y-your roommate is a cyborg. Or. M-more than that. Biomechnical in the t-truest sense. Normal for it t-to not have a sex drive. I'm human. W-was human. It wasn't n-normal. But don't- don't think this is me wishing for it. I was glad I d-didn't like it. Kept me focused. Kept me out of trouble. It's not normal but it's not wrong, not for me."

Her one hand rubs her other wrist as she thinks of some of the memories she wandered through, of Siffleur's past partners. "... there's - there's a joke I saw, through h-his eyes once. About wanting cake. Stupid thing... but they weren't wrong. I've always had a sweet tooth."