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The bullpen was quiet for once. Connor sat on his desk going over some notes on one of his recent cases. Hank had gone out to eat and was taking a while to return which Connor figured he must have gotten distracted on the way back obviously procrastinating on their current case.
He looked over at your empty desk. You were out investigating a lead on one of your cases, so he didn’t know when you would return. The memories of the other night were still fresh in his mind making him smirk. You tried to convince him that the upgrade wasn’t necessary, that you loved him exactly how he was built, but he had made up his mind, and he was determined to surprise you.
Looking around for witnesses, he hacked the computer so it wouldn’t register what he was searching. Since Cyberlife had shut down most of their factories after the uprising, he had no clue where he could get the part he needed. Asking Markus was not an option, since it would lead to a really awkward conversation.
Connor came across a thread of the local Eden club closing down, for obvious reasons. They were trying to get rid of the spare parts in their warehouse, basically giving everything for free. He had to rush over there before everything was gone. He came across a model that you might like. He liked overstimulating you, those moans and whines were what he wanted to hear the most, and this was the perfect part for it.
“Connor! What the fuck are you doing?” Hank’s rough voice startled him, immediately closing all the tabs he had open on his computer.
“Hello lieutenant. How was your break?” Connor asked as if Hank hadn’t noticed the huge plastic cock on Connor’s screen.
“Look, I don’t care about what freaky shit you’re into, but please do it on your own time. I don’t want to have to explain to the police force why they fired the best detective in the DPD.” He grunted as he took his seat next to Connor.
“Wait, better yet, don’t do it on your own time. I forget we live together.” Hank emphasized as he turned on his monitor and started looking through his files.
“Hank, can you do me a favor?” Connor looked at him with those puppy eyes that made Hank look away before he was forced to say yes to whatever Connor was going to ask.
Ignoring his question, the curiosity got the best of him, leaning in to whisper, “Connor, can you explain to me why you had a fucking cock on your screen?”
Connor felt like a teenager who’s dad had caught watching porn, feeling slightly guilty and embarrassed he looked away. If he could blush, he was sure he would’ve been beet red. However, he was giving off a slight blue glow from his cheeks. He debated on telling Hank to mind his business, but Hank was like a father to him, so he felt a need to explain himself.
“I was built to capture and neutralize deviants, but after meeting yn, my priorities have changed.” Connor managed to hold Hank’s gaze as he tried to explain himself.
Hank, of course, wasn’t following. “What does that have to do with the porn on your screen?”
Connor sighed. For being a lieutenant, Hank can be really clueless sometimes.
“Since I was built to catch deviants, there are certain… parts I don’t have integrated. Those parts are necessary to make her feel as if she’s in a normal relationship.”
Hanks eyes grew wide, the realization finally settling in. He’d never given much thought to Connor having a dick, or any other android for that matter.
He stifled a laugh, “Man, that must be really degrading huh?” Connor shot him an aggressive look which made Hank clear his throat before straighten up.
“Sorry. I guess I owe you that favor now, huh?”
Connor gave him an obvious look. “I just need you to cover for me while I go check out some parts. I won’t be long.”
Hank grumbled out a ‘fine’ making the android start towards the exit, walking fast before the lieutenant could change his mind.
“Fucking androids.” Hank smiled to himself, returning to his files.
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It had been a few days since you last spent time with Connor. Work had gotten in the way, his words, but you felt as if he was avoiding you. The only time you heard from him was when he would text you or call you to make sure you were okay. Even when you came across him at the station talking to Hank, he would excuse himself and stiffly walk away, leaving you and Hank with confused expressions on your faces.
Arriving at your apartment, after another day of not seeing Connor, you slumped into your sofa. The stress of the day finally caught on to you as you harshly removed your blazer. You’ve been fantasizing about his mouth ever since that night which completely distracted you from your work. Once he gave you a taste of what he was capable of, you became an addict. There was never any consideration of a sexual relationship with Connor, you just enjoyed his company and loved his awkward personality and bland sense of humor. However, after that night, you often found your fingers trailing down towards your core, trying to touch yourself the way he had, but it was useless. Your fingers didn’t feel the same, failing to recreate the pleasure he had caused, but you still needed the release.
Tonight was one of those nights. Your fingers found themselves knuckle deep into your wetness. Fingers not reaching as deep as Connor’s had making you sigh in frustration. But after finding a rhythm, the pleasure built up slowly. You teased your clit while curling your fingers, imagining the groans and small noises he made while his tongue was deep inside you.
The thought that your pleasure brought him to the edge of bliss, was enough to make your orgasm explode. Your fingers helped you ride out your pleasure as your juices dripped onto the sofa. Even after that orgasm, you still felt unsatisfied. It didn’t feel as mind numbing and blinding as the ones Connor gave you. You needed more.
Your phone rang somewhere in your blazer, snapping you out of your thoughts. Smiling at the caller ID, you rushed to answer that your phone almost slipped through your fingers.
“Hey!” Your sweet voice filled Connor’s head as he, unconsciously, starred at the wall, your caller ID taking up his vision. LED cycling a steady blue as the call connected. A smile crept it’s way into his face at the sound of your cheerfulness.
“Hello, detective. I was just checking up on you. Everything well?” Holding back, he wanted to tell you how terribly he missed you. He was even willing to go to your apartment and show you how badly he ached for you, but he was afraid.
“Connor! You don’t need to be so formal, not after being tongue deep inside me the other night.” Mentioning that night immediately made his new cock rock hard. After having his new part installed, he was having a difficult time controlling it. It was as if it had a mind of its own. Just the sight of you was enough for it to twitch to life. This situation was the reason he had been avoiding you. He didn’t want his peers to notice the tent in his pants every time he was around you.
Even now, the sound of your voice was enough to make him throb. He grunted, “I have to be formal, detective. You’re my superior after all.” His hand traced the imprint of the cock in his pants. The pressure making him inhale sharply. He wondered if he connected the part correctly, since everything felt too sensitive.
“Are you okay Connor? You almost sound like you’re in pain.” You chuckled nervously.
The ache on his cock was too much to ignore. Getting the zipper out of the way, he unsheathed his full length, tracing the length to alleviate the ache.
“It… must be the reception.” He felt himself throb in his hand. He gripped his length tighter, matching the way you had clenched around his tongue nights ago. He traced himself slowly as he feared the overstimulation might make him short circuit.
You hummed in thought. The sound making a shiver run up his spine. A bead of lubricant spilled from his light blue tip. He bit his lip as to stop himself from arousing your suspicion.
“Well, nothing interesting happened today. Just a couple of minor disturbances,” you sighed. “When… will I see you again Connor?” You didn’t want to sound desperate, but you terribly missed him. It wasn’t just about the pleasure, you actually missed his presence, since he always made you feel safe and loved, so you craved that comfort.
He quickened his pace, indulging in the pleasure. He almost forgot to respond to your question. “I’m sorry my love. Work has just been piling and piling up. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” His voice hitched at the end for a slight moment. Not enough for you to notice.
You pouted, “I understand… I just want to see that pretty face of yours between my thighs again.” Smiling to yourself, you decided to tease him a little.
He sighed your name, “God, your voice is so pretty.” He whimpered which left you confused from his out of place comment.
With a sharp gasp, he shot ribbons of white lubricant into the air. His artificial cum staining his perfect slacks. He had never felt something so intense before. It almost felt as if his body was going to forcefully shut down.
“Connor? Are you alright?” Your concerned voice sounded distant. As if trying to reach him through a veil.
“Yes. Sorry yn, I just remembered I have to take Sumo for a walk. I’ll message you later, okay my love?” His voice was exasperated and out of breath, leaving you with a confused look on your face.
“O-okay, I’ll talk to you later.” A beeping could be heard, indicating the call had ended. You sat on your couch, defeated. You felt lonelier than you did when you were single.
Swiftly sitting up, a mischievous idea appeared in your head. You didn’t know if he would react the same way a human would, but it was worth a try. Running to your closet, you took out the most professional but slutty outfit you had: a short, black pencil skirt that reached mid thigh with a long sleeve shirt that showed off your cleavage, along with a long black coat to shield you from the cold Detroit air.
You were determined to make Connor notice you one way or another.
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The Detroit cold made you almost regret wearing your outfit. Almost. You didn’t fail to notice the looks you got as you made your way towards your desk. It made you wonder if Connor would react the same way. Taking a seat, you began to do your paperwork. Today was one of those slow days that helped you catch up on your notes. Pretty lucky since you wouldn’t be able to go out on the field with the outfit you were wearing.
You looked over at Connor’s empty desk. You hadn’t seen him since you clocked in which meant he was out with Hank on a case. Slumping on your desk, you felt defeated. Embarrassment crept its way up your neck to your face as you sighed into your hands. It crossed your mind that you might not even see him at all today, which meant your outfit would go to waste. Straightening up, you needed coffee to lift up your spirits. Coffee always made things better, and looking at the bright side, you might as well get some work done too.
Determined, you set out towards the break room. You felt the short skirt ride up your thighs as you walked, making you pull it down subtly. Yea, you definitely didn’t think this through.
Relief washed over you as you noticed you were alone in the break room. At least you wouldn’t feel too self conscious about your appearance.
As you mixed your ingredients to make the cheap coffee slightly bearable, you felt a pair of eyes rake your body. Shivers erupted in the back of your neck and arms making you tense. Turning around with a smirk, you thought you would find a stunned Connor, but to your surprise, it was Gavin. He tried to hide his starring by averting his gaze, but it was pretty obvious he was gawking at you.
“Trying to impress someone?” He broke the silence with his annoying teasing.
“Not really, I’m just dressing up for myself.” You retorted rolling your eyes.
He leaned on the counter, standing besides you too close for your own comfort.
“I was wondering… are you seeing anyone? We could, you know, get better coffee, maybe wonder around.” He winked at you.
“Im actually seeing someone Gavin, and I don’t plan on ending it anytime soon.” You tried making your voice as uninterested and detached as possible, but he wasn’t grasping the hint to fuck off.
Next thing you knew you were trapped against the counter. His arms were on either side of you. His tall build making you feel small. You tried backing up more into the counter, until the sharp edge was digging into the small of your back.
“Are you sure about that? They don’t have to know. I can make you feel way better than whatever prick you’re dating.” He was inching closer to your face, which made you rile up to smack him, but before you could, he was harshly pulled off of you landing on the floor with a thud.
Connor got on top of him, punching his face until Gavin managed to push him off. His LED was bright red like that night at your apartment, his face showing pure anger and disgust. He was about to go at him again until you pulled him back.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, you fucking tin can?!” He struggled to stand holding his bloody nose. “I’ll make sure you get recycled into fucking trash bins.” He was charging at him until he saw the way you held Connor. Realization settled in.
“Wait, wait. You’re fucking this oversized vibrator?!” You glared at him, “I don’t owe you an explanation for anything, especially since you just harassed me. How about we all forget this happened and I don’t end your fucking career?” You thought you felt Connor shaking under your touch. He had never felt this infuriated before. If you weren’t there to bring him back to his senses, he probably would’ve bashed his face in. He saw red like that night where he saved you. The look of fear in your eyes made his body react before he could think.
He dragged you out of the break room before he did anything he would regret, not caring if Gavin threatened to report him. You were surprised no one had come in to check on the commotion. Before anyone noticed, he took you into the woman’s bathroom, hacking the door so no one would get in.
You were surprised when he brought you into his arms, hugging you tightly just like that night. Why was it he could never prevent bad things from happening to you? He blamed himself for not being there, the guilt consuming him.
He hadn’t said a word, he just held you. Breaking the silence, you spoke softly into his ear. “Hey, Everything is fine. We’re good right?” Holding his face, you looked into his troubled eyes. His senses returned as he scanned your face and vitals. His thirium pump matching your heartbeat, calming him down immensely.
He crashed his lips to yours, melting into the kiss. You were safe. You were here with him in his arms. He broke off the kiss to take in your blissful expression. Every time he kissed you, it always managed to feel like the first time, making you feel as if you were floating lost in his soft lips.
His eyes drifted lower, finally noticing your outfit. He felt himself stiffen as he backed away slightly, taking in your long legs and admiring your thighs.
“Fuck.” He muttered not able to control himself as he backed you up into the sink. He lifted you and settled between your thighs before consuming your mouth again. His proximity made your skirt rile up higher into your thighs, leaving your clothed pussy slightly exposed. You were taken aback, not complaining at all about his roughness. In fact, you welcomed it feeling how heat pooled in your panties. Desperate for friction, for relief, he started grinding himself against your core. He hated how, when it came to you, he couldn’t think straight, much less, control himself. But it was worth it, to hear your sweet moans. Surprised, you gasped at the hardness pressing against your clit.
“C-Connor, what is that? Is that your gun?” You asked breathless.
He chuckled darkly, something you’ve never heard before. “It’s a gift for you. I’ve made it my mission to pleasure you in ways you’ve never felt before, detective.” He claimed your lips once more, hands roaming your body. The thought of you dressing up for him, trying to rile him up, fed his ego. You belonged to him and he was going to make sure he embedded that into your mind and soul. In a way, he was thankful for the events that happened. If he had seen you dressed like this sitting in your desk, he probably wouldn’t have been able to control himself causing him to bend you over your desk and take you then and there in front of everyone.
He stopped his movements causing you to whine in protest. “I have to apologize.” He muttered into your neck trailing sloppy kisses down to your collarbone.
You found it difficult to concentrate with his mouth on your neck, but you managed to spit out a reply, “Why?”
“Ever since I installed this new part, I’ve been finding it difficult to control myself. Just the sight of you made me hard, so I had to walk away, afraid I might hurt you. Even now, I’m trying my best not rip your panties off and just ram myself inside you.” You shivered at his words. Not caring about getting hurt, you wanted him to loose control.
“Then let go.” You took his earlobe between your teeth causing him to growl. He had to pull away, stopping himself. You saw the tent in his pants making you press your legs together in excitement.
Seeing the state you were in legs open for him, cheeks flushed, clothing disheveled, made him him groan. He fumbled with the constricting buttons then unzipped his pants to release his new cock, the discomfort of his pants gone. Your eyes widened at the sight of it. It was longer and thicker than average, probably the biggest you would have. You were worried if it would even fit.
He stroked it a couple of times, trying to find some relief to his aching cock, but he wanted to take it slow. He wanted to pleasure you in a way he knew no human could which would leave your body craving him and only him.
Kneeling between your thighs, he spread them open groaning at the sight of your soaked panties. The wetness almost dripping into the sink. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt him lick a stripe up your clothed pussy. You were reeling at the fact he was going to make you cum with his mouth.
Not knowing what took over you, you pulled your underwear to the side for him spreading your legs wider. “P-please… please make me feel good. I’ve missed your tongue and fingers so much. Nothing I do can make me cum the way you do.” You weren’t much for begging, but your skin burned for him. The tears brimming your eyes. The desperation you felt finally taking over you.
He felt his sensory feedback overload at the sight of you. His internal systems overheating at the brink of shut down. His voice came out as a static groan as he unhinged his jaw once again. You moaned in delight at the feeling of his tongue plunging deep inside you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, ruining his perfect hair style. Curling his tongue, he had memorized all your sweet spots. His nose, once again, teased your clit as he forcefully held your thighs open. Some sort of adrenaline washed over you as you realized you were doing this in your workplace. The thrill of getting caught only built up your orgasm as he kept abusing your sweet spot.
He realized you were trying to be quiet, but a part of him, even if he knew the risks, wanted you sing for him and to let everyone know what he was doing for you. That only he could make you produce those sweet sounds. That thought made him fist his cock, stroking it at the same pace he had set with his tongue. He wanted you to release at the same time he did, making his tongue attack your core harsher. You had to cover your mouth so your screams wouldn’t alert the station as you came on his mouth, your juices dripping down his chin. The sensation of your quivering walls made him burst after you, spilling his release onto the floor.
He wiped your juices from his face, his jaw locking back in place as he leaned over you to kiss you. You could taste yourself in his tongue making you groan. You were over the moon, finally receiving what you so desperately wanted. You felt like a slut, just itching to release over and over, but you wanted to return the favor.
From what he told you, you knew he would be overstimulated by just the touch of your hand on his cock. You were so curious of the reactions and noises he could produce. Without warning, you knelt down in front of him, “Now let me make you feel good.” His eyes widened as you licked a stripe up his length making him see static. His vision riddled with warnings of a forced reboot.
He gripped your hair harshly forcing you to stop, the sensation too much for him. He couldn’t deny that it was the best feeling he ever experienced, but the sensation wasn’t something he was used to.
“Let me take care of you.” You muttered seductive making him gulp, an unconscious reaction. His head fell back as he inhaled sharply at the feeling of your lips around his pale blue tip. You teased him by sucking slowly and swirling your tongue around him enjoying the little whines that escaped his lips.
You took in as much as you could without gagging, bobbing your head along his length. Your hand stimulated what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He felt himself slipping, loosing control over his body as the lust took over. Painfully, he fisted your hair and shoved himself deep down your throat. Tears spilled from your eyes as you tried not to gag. He fucked your mouth mercilessly, selfishly chasing his own release. The moans and groans he produced from the pleasure your soft wet mouth gave him made your own slickness drip down your thighs. Your eyes met his as you slipped a finger into your dripping folds desperate for friction.
The sight of you was enough to make him burst deep in your throat with a staticky groan. He loved the way you looked so helpless beneath him along with the way your eyeliner ran down your cheeks from the brutal way he fucked your face. This time wasn’t like the other night. The other night he just wanted to make you feel loved and safe, but today, it was all about lust and the desperate need to make you cum over and over again. He just wished you both were somewhere where he could hear you to your fullest.
You swallowed his synthetic release, which didn’t taste like anything it just felt a bit odd and warm. He cursed at the sight of you licking your lips, not wanting to waste a drop. Effortlessly, he picked you up and settled you on the sink where you once were.
He brought your knees up to your shoulders, perfectly exposing your dripping sex. He couldn’t help but rub his length between your folds, teasing your clit. The way your sex held on to him made him have a bruising grip on your thighs, trying his best to not ram his cock in. You were shaking from the anticipation.
“Connor, please fuck me already. I need you inside me, please.” You cried holding on to his clothed shoulders. The way he never got undressed only turned you on more, as if he didn’t want to waste time undressing himself when he had to tend to you first. He was getting drunk on the power he held over you. A power that an android should never have over a human. He could decide not to do anything, and just walk away leaving you a quivering, tearful mess, or he could give in to both of your desires.
You wanted to feel his skin on yours as if his touch was the only thing that could cool your burning skin. Before you could think, you ripped his dress shirt open. The buttons flying everywhere as his chest was on full display for you. Your fingers roamed over his smooth exposed skin earning you a moan from his end. Wherever you you would touch, his skin retracted as if he wanted to feel more. He breathed your name when you reached up as much as you could, kissing his neck and nibbling on the skin near his collarbone.
With a growl, he slammed his lips into yours, sliding in slowly at the same time, not able to hold on any longer. Your moans were swallowed by his lips as his rough tongue attacked yours. His tongue could analyze your hormones, along with your heart rhythm, which let him know exactly what you were feeling. The stretch felt delicious as tears brimmed your eyes, thighs shaking in his grip. Fully inside you, he felt as if he was malfunctioning with all the warnings in his vision, begging him to report to the nearest Cyberlife store for maintenance. Digging his nails into your thighs at a bruising grip, he was afraid to move as he feared hurting you, yet he wanted to be selfish and chase his own release. He wanted to feel your walls suffocate him the way they did with his tongue, along with your juices dripping down his thighs.
“P-please. You can move. Don’t be scared baby. I know you could never hurt me.” You reassured, looking right through him. That was all the reassurance he needed before pulling out completely and slamming himself deep inside you. You felt his length hit your cervix, and you wanted to scream, but the reasonable side of you advised otherwise. You had to cover your mouth, not trusting yourself to keep quiet.
Lewd sounds filled the room with each of his thrusts, along with with his growls. If this is what humans felt, he wondered how they even manage to keep their hands off each other. He was grateful for becoming a deviant. Determined, he was going to fuck you like this at least once a day.
After dismissing all the warnings that clouded his vision, he took a good look at you. Your legs were spread for him as he saw his cock slipping in and out, covered with your slick. Your face was flushed, lips plump from the rough kissing, and there was a slight bit of drool complementing your fucked expression.
Your muffled moans from the way his cock attacked your sweet spot sent him over the edge. The way your walls clamped down on him ,milking him, dry made him bite into your shoulder to muffle his moans. A knock made you jump, but he didn’t stop.
“Is someone in there? Why is the door locked?” The voice of an annoyed woman asked. Your soul left your body as you starred up at him. This was it. Your career was over and you’ll be remembered as a pervert who fucked her android coworker in the woman’s bathroom.
Connor was not fazed at all by the situation you both found yourselves in. Instead, he roughly flipped you over, bending you over the sink. You starred at his reflection in disbelief, but all he gave you was a cocky smirk.
“Hello?” The knocking continued.
“Connor, they’ll hear us.” You whispered at him, panic lacing your voice.
“You want me to make them hear you?” He growled slipping back inside. Your legs trembled beneath you from the pleasure as you tried your best to stay quiet. He pounded into you, the skin slapping was loud enough to make you believe the woman could hear.
Connor modified his voice to sound like one of the janitors. “These restrooms are currently under maintenance. Please feel free to use the one in the main lobby or the one on the second floor. We apologize for the inconvenience.” The last part was filled with static as he tried to keep his composure from the overwhelming pleasure.
You were shaking from the thrill and by the buildup of your orgasm. You could see the way he couldn’t take his eyes off your sex as you took in his length. He caught your gaze in the mirror. Bending over, he got a hold of your jaw and made you keep eye contact with him.
“Look at you. You’re so beautiful with all the little noises you make.” He sped up his thrusts, leaving you speechless. All you could muster were pathetic whines. He brought his free hand to your front, rubbing your clit. He wanted you to see what he saw, face flushed, lips parted almost drooling, and your expression of absolute bliss. He needed you to see yourself getting fucked stupid.
“Look at me.” He growled.
“No one is going to make you feel the way I am right now. Gavin could never have you dripping down your legs like how I have you, or drooling like a cock starving slut.” You moaned in agreement. Absolutely loving the way he was degrading you. You never expected to see this side of Connor. Feeling the knot tighten, your orgasm spilled down your legs. Your scream was muffled by his hand as you felt your whole body go numb and mind go blank making your legs give out on you. He held you up effortlessly, chasing his own release legs dangling with each thrust.
You were his now. He had to claim you, mark you as his territory. With that thought, he spilled inside you. Hot white streams coated your walls spilling out to join the rest of your juices down your legs. He growled as your walls milked the rest of his synthetic cum as if your body was starving for it.
He felt hot as his LED cycled a dark red. His CPU failing to process all that he was experiencing. He sounded as if he was out of breath, but he was just trying to cool his systems before they forced him to shut down for a reboot.
You laid there on the sink, body feeling weak and exhausted, barely holding on. Whimpering as he pulled out, he helped you clean and get dressed, kissing your face as he did. An overwhelming feeling erupted from his chest, making him want to hold you and care for you.
“Are you okay darling?” He cradled you as he fixed your clothing, trying to make it look as if he just didn’t fuck the shit out of you, but failing. Truth be told, he wanted to keep going, but he wanted to let you rest.
“Oh my god Connor. How are we going to get out of here without being noticed?” You brain was coming back to reality. The horny fog finally leaving your brain. You looked up at him and noticed how you ripped his shirt open. “Connor, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to do that.”
He completely ignored your panicking as he held your face. “I love you.” His sudden confession made you go silent.
“I may not know the full meaning of the word, but I know enough to know that I feel that way towards you. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, if you’ll have me.” He cupped your cheek, starring deep into your soul. Your words got stuck in your throat. All you could do was smile and lean into his touch as you felt your chest warm up.
“Of course I’ll have you Connor. I’ll spend the rest of my days with you.” It kind of pained him hearing you say those words. A somber reminder that you won’t live as long as him clouded his brain, but he wasn’t going to ruin the mood by talking about it now.
You fixed yourself up in the mirror one last time before heading out. Connor buttoned up his blazer to cover his ripped undershirt. He went out first, making sure no one was around before beckoning you to follow him. You rushed back to your desk before anyone realized where you were coming from. While Connor was heading to his own desk he made eye contact with Gavin. Gavin glared at him before looking over at you. It was obvious you had a limp in your step, and the make up you once had was gone. Your messy hair fed his suspicions. He looked over at Connor again just to meet Connor’s cocky smirk.