"Mm. That seems pretty disadvantageous, especially when you're working with the police."

Inner workings whirring away, silently, he contemplates things for a moment. There's the impulse to pick Connor up, and see how much he weighs compared to the strength of his synthetic muscles.

Dammit, his curiosity is going to get him killed one day.

"Bet you'd be cuter at your full height."

He flashes a cheeky grin, eyes crinkling in mirth.

"Anyway, let me know if you want any help for anything height-wise? I'm pretty tall, after all." What was Connor doing, anyway...?