Glancing at Cain, then back to Vivian, “In a way, kinda. I can form a connection, empathic in a way, with him. With that connection, I can speak with him, and make myself understood. When he feels like it, he lets me know he understood what I said or asked. But it’s through eye contact. Though the commands he knows don’t require it.” Her hand gently strokes his back. “It’s helped a great deal establish and build a bond.” There were other tricks with that gift, but she hadn’t explored them much.
A nod, “I’ve heard of some turning on their creator even.” Those tales never ended well. “Not to mention, I like to think they have some sense of what’s going on. And mistreating someone who is doing you a service is even lower than I’m willing to go. And I’ve done some bad things in my time.” Some she wasn’t proud of, but so was life. “You’ll have to keep me in the loop on how this develops.” She was curious.
There was a snort and laugh, “Yeah, prissy well-groomed guys don’t do it for me. I’ve been told I’m intimidating, so it’s finding guys that aren’t intimidated by me.” Which wasn’t all that easy lately. “Though I suppose I could put more of an effort into it.” There was a shrug. “I need to get out more. I’m going stir crazy in the office. So tell me about some good bars to hangout in. Hanging out with our kind is great and all, but, well, you know.” Maybe she knew, maybe not. Maybe this was a gilded cage of her own making.