His brow furrows as his whole expression shifts from disbelief to stunned to veiled jealousy. Without intending to cause harm, Noiz can't help but tighten his grip on the former android's hand. It might hurt a little, or at least prove uncomfortable. Teeth gritted, entire frame full of tension, all signs of something getting to him.

A thinking machine who originally had an inorganic body and was placed into an organic one upon arriving here for the purposes of being able to suffer from the pain inflicted on him. And here he is, a strange excuse for a human that can't fucking feel pain unless it's through direct neural access or felt with his tongue. Even touch is dull to him. Why does the goddamn AI get to feel pain here and he doesn't? He's incurred injuries multiple times already and none of them hurt.

He turns his gaze aside in a rare troubled expression. He lets go and steps further back, pursing his lips. Chewing on the inside of them with his teeth as he sucks in slow breaths through his nose.

They're in the middle of a hallway in the hotel. Very little privacy. "This isn't a good location to ask what I want to ask you."