[By the Doctor’s own admission, this isn’t a conventional way to spark up a conversation. Then again, he didn’t expect a shirtless, smoking man the moment he started to peruse the estate. On top of that, his finger is spotless. A testament to the rigid upkeep schedule in this household.

He takes a beat to slide into one chair, sitting directly across from Kovacs’ side.]

A common sentiment most humans have with one another. [He sits further back in his seat and crosses his legs from underneath the table.] The lack of control. The openness to vulnerability…

[His eyes drift from the crystal chandelier mounted on the ceiling towards Kovacs’ silhouette.]

Being awake, falling asleep. It starts to become difficult to tell the difference between the two.