Dexter Grif.

This piece of information actually did manage to burrow it's way into Grif's brain. "So, if I was like crazy nice to you, you'd have to be nice back?" He wondered if he himself could actually pull of his end of that but the result would be incredibly tempting. Grif was a little to used to being beaten down. He couldn't remember the last time he had a legitimate reason to he nice. Grif decided on giving his new theory a bit of test drive."Well, you're definitely not a failure at being dick." Duck, that backfired. "And you have done some pretty cool stuff for us even though I doubt we deserved it." That was a bit better.

“I don’t know jackshit about AIs.” He admitted freely with another shrug as he hugged his helmet to his side. “I mean, it’s not exactly my fault.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. Was Church really going all neo-AIist on him? “Maybe if you actually told me about what’s different, I wouldn’t sound like such a racist.” He paused. “Are you guys even a race?” He mumbled. “Anyway, you keep the kink part to yourself, that’s territory I don’t need to explore.” He simply ignored the comment about him being too much like himself. He was used to that kind of talk. Grif had been slowly becoming immune to verbal abuse over the years. It had caused him to be a bit numb.

"You were the one who asked about the sex thing, man, I’m just giving you answers. What I’m trying to say is— there is no us.  AI aren’t… y’know, different. I… I don’t think so, anyway. But if you do, then I can’t really say much to make you think otherwise.”

"It’s— it’s nothing against you, I’m not attracted to anyone. Just… situations…”

Grif was actually a bit offended by the Wash comparison. "Hey, don't compare me to that tool." He said defensively. At least he didn't know what he was talking about when he insulted Church. Which, for once, was a total accident. He was nothing like Wash. Right? "I don't know jackshit about AIs." He admitted freely with another shrug as he hugged his helmet to his side. "I mean, it's not exactly my fault." He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. Was Church really going all neo-AIist on him? "Maybe if you actually told me about what's different, I wouldn't sound like such a racist." He paused. "Are you guys even a race?" He mumbled. "Anyway, you keep the kink part to yourself, that's territory I don't need to explore." He simply ignored the comment about him being too much like himself. He was used to that kind of talk. Grif had been slowly becoming immune to verbal abuse over the years. It had caused him to be a bit numb.

Grif cocked his head slightly to the side at Church's response. Was he really getting under his skin that bad? He was just talking. Then again, he had received quite a few complaints for doing just that in the past. Honestly, he had gotten to the point where he didn't know how to stop being a sardonic dick. "First of all, why is that your first of all? Second of all, whoa. Forgot you guys didn't need sex. Totally insensitive of me" He was still convinced Church was jacking off. "I mean, what do you need? Do files get you off?" It was obvious he was being genuine by the look in his eyes. Grif was incredibly ignorant. "Also, I have no idea what you're talking about. I am being a peach. You are being overly defensive." Grif informed him.

Grif couldn't help but smirk behind his visor. Church was so easy to irritate. The orange clad male completely understood the blue's predicament. You get a new toy, you play with it, right? Might as well work the same way with bodies. Honestly, though, he didn't have the strongest sexual appetite. "Whatever you say, Church. You don't have to be so defensive. It's totally natural. I mean, you're surrounded by dudes, like, ninety percent of the time and the chicks we do come across would rather kill us than get naked with us." Grif removed his helmet as well as this point to reveal his shaggy hair and teasing smirk. "And trust me, I would've known if something was wrong with you, word travels fast in our group. Plus, you don't shut up when there's something wrong." He chided though, in a rare moment of humanity, felt bad. "Kinda glad you're okay though." He admitted.

Grif had no regrets about his greeting though he did lower his weapon once he heard Church's voice. He had to make sure it wasn't some sort of weird ambush. Things weren't exactly normal around here so Grif was constantly on his toes. "Dude, gross." Grif couldn't hide the slight disgust in his tone when he heard about Tucker's inquiries. "I was just patrolling to make sure, you know, no one was dying." Grif hid Church's name poorly in a cough. "Isn't all you have alone time?" Grif waited a moment before putting what he thought was two and two together. "Whoa, were you testing your sex drive out by yourself? Because that I can understand. I mean, weird spot to do it, but to each his own, I guess." Grif shrugged nonchalantly.

"Stop it! I can’t stand this. No more bickering."