"You're my favourite person," he sighs. "Not that that's a high bar to clear."
"I'm glad I found you. I'm sorry I'm your favorite person - I mean, not directly, but sorry that you've known such a bad quality of person, pretty much all I've done for you is be not-horrible."
"I like you," he says. "You're nice. Maybe you call it not-horrible, but I call it nice."
"Well, I try to be nice, but everything you've seen me do is either minimum standard of not-horribleness stuff, or selfishly motivated," she points out.
"So? What I'm saying is," he lets go of her so he can gesture emphatically, "your minimum standards are high compared to what I'm used to. And you're sorry about that, and that's sweet. And I'm just gonna keep appreciating it the way I appreciate hugs and ice cream - it's something nice that I'm not used to yet."
"Pff." Bella's no longer being hugged; she twirls gratuitously.
+Morning, Brilliance,+ she says the next morning.
+Hi!+ he says ebulliently. +Last night I got to taste somebody's dick! I think I have a new favourite taste.+
+You know that's a sex thing, right, it's not like it's a food? How long did you say you'd been on Earth, a hundred years?+
+I know what sex is,+ he laughs. +So? I liked it, the guy liked it, everybody wins! Mmmmmm.+
+I had been kind of operating under the assumption that devices weren't wired that way?+
+That's a weird assumption,+ he says. +I've got the parts and they all work. And you know how I feel about human-style sensory experience. Isn't sex supposed to be like ice cream but better? I mean, generally?+
+I don't think they're supposed to have a lot in common in the details, but reportedly they are both enjoyable,+ says Bella delicately.