He follows her lead, still not entirely sure what this is about or where she wants it to go. He's never been in a situation like this, and their first kiss, while not disastrous, had been initiated by him for reasons that were not ideal. He doesn't know what a kiss is that is mutually desired, borne of attraction and curiosity and good intentions. He's got the programming and parts to provide sexual gratification if that's what is required of him, but he doubts she would have asked permission to kiss him if sex was all that she sought from him. Not only that, but he doesn't think Chloe would need to search very long to find someone willing to sleep with her- she is kind, and pretty, and naturally draws people to her. He'd be surprised if some humans here don't respond to that. While he can't be sure, he doesn't think she's gone looking? So that isn't necessarily what she's looking for from him, either. And she'd asked his permission. And he's granted it, because he wants. He wants, without having realized it until she'd asked. But he's still not sure what form that want takes- is it physical? Androids don't need to have sex in order to form a deep connection with each other. So is it more emotional? They've already laid the foundations for a fulfilling friendship. He's confused, but also willing to to explore this new path they're embarking upon, to discover where they might end up together. It's terrifying, but also thrilling, and that delightful noise she makes leaves him with a feeling of butterflies in his abdomen, a fluttering in his wires that makes him gasp.

His hands drop to her sides, holding her to him, and this time he's responding more definitively, using his own tongue to explore her mouth, swiping away with a thought the distraction of his forensic analysis of her artificial saliva. It would be amusing to him if it wasn't so- so. Keeping him from being fully in the moment. He disengages the program, offlining it temporarily. Much better. Now he can taste her rather than analyze her, and what he finds is overwhelming. He's not breaking everything down into individual components, but experiencing her as a whole, her tongue against his and the lingering sweetness of the cotton candy she'd consumed tingling on his tongue. Without realizing it, his hands have moved again, splayed against her back with his arms now fully around her, so close he's practically pulled her into his lap. He's making noises now too, small whimpers low in his throat, trying to deepen their kiss further still. They don't need to breathe, but kissing Chloe is enough to making his biocomponents overheat as he finally, belatedly realizes that what he wants, what he's wanted all along, is her.