Well. I can try it. Just in case.

[It could come in handy at any rate and he's not one to really refuse anything Wing wants to offer.]

Ah. Four. [A bit of an embarrassed expression. The last time he'd spoke to the stitchpunk it had gone...embarrassingly. Some robots should not talk about love. Over open channels. ]

All right then. [He holds up his hands, flexing them.] I guess I should practice frisking, then.