#bone-eater

"Getting your dose of a little morning glory babe?" The other's voice was gruff with early day strain, causing the AI to start, attention flicking up to his face, a feigned sleep. Ever playful, this one. And that needless name he insisted on throwing around. Augh. The hand she'd had only just tangled into the hair dangling at his nape now withdrew to return to its place on the center of his chest, a fist forming in reservedness. The Central Core gave a scoff, eyes rolling unseen to him but he could practically feel her defensive walls going up.

"Don't feed your own ego with delusions," came her sharp retort. Volume was kept private, however, strictly for him despite no one else being around. "It's unbecoming. I was merely checking your anatomy to see if you had anomalies to start the day, or if you're just an unstable demonic mess at will." A lie, but it had some truth to it; Merely enhanced truth as she might've wrote it off. "It would seem the latter prevails."

At this, the Devil Hunter grinned, not even cracking an eye open just yet to look at her. Feisty lady, this one. Why'd he have to have such an uncanny knack for attracting female company with an attitude? Not that he was complaining. An amused rumble sounded in this throat, the vibrations soothing the AI as white noise might. "Sure doll, got a lot of instability going on in my luscious locks. Good thing you're looking out for that," he easily replied, having no trouble in calling her bluff. Gonna take a little more than fancy words to pull the wool over these eyes.

"Hmph." No response? Aw, no fun. And she was left to pull the stubborn card, frowning but remaining as she was. 

There was a short pause. Thinking it over. "Not like I'm complaining or anything," the hunter added with her lack of a snarky comment, shifting the arm she lay on to bind her close, a strong hand slipping over the curve of her hip. Snug little fit. "Gotta tell you, it's a nice little thing to wake up to. Don't get that kind of thing a whole lot."

"..." Being called out on a lie wasn't what upset her, but rather her human side showing through so much so--and he was...aware of it, maybe? Had that been the way to put it? It was hardly something she was proud of, that inherent weakness of hers kept at bay, ignored and disregarded. But it wasn't completely gone, as much as she would prefer it so. Residual emotions would surface, taking on a life of their own in her mind--a single piece of data that broke into veins, ever extending branches to infect the rest of her though processes. In moments like this, where she had nothing but her thoughts and the trigger to such, they seemed to be ever-potent.

She was human. And it was...livable.

"Tch." It wasn't much from her, but he could relax now that she'd formed some kind of response at least. The Devil Hunter finally opened his eyes at the feeling of lips on his skin, where neck, shoulder, and chest met, but not quite on his clavicle. A little surprised, really. Getting tender on him in return? Heh. "Go back to sleep, idiot," she remarked flatly. Ah, there's that attitude of hers. That's better. "I can hear your ego erupting."

"Roger that, babe."