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Didn't need titles? What kind of nonsense was that? The whole reason Mimsy was in this situation was because she'd managed to obtain a title that meant she was inhuman. The whole reason she was here was because she wanted a title gained through her success.

It must be nice to feel happy or fulfilled without needing those things, she thought. She needed a break from playing pretend. This was serious business.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. You can't be a super astronaut without any training. I would be willing to train you, but you appear to already find yourself to be a good fit for 'secret agent spy'. I suppose that a spy would be capable for the job, but..." There had to be something more adequate. He was not really her spy, or her scribe, or her bodyguard. Her 'caretaker' would have been appropriate for what he claimed he wanted to do, but the idea of the connotation the word brought made her feel uneasy. And for some reason, he didn't want 'doctor'.

"Oh! I've got it!" She sat up straight and looked extremely pleased with herself. "We can distill it to just, simply, mine. It allows for all-encompassing versatility, and still means you can have what you want."

It made perfect sense. Like Teslarachnid had been hers, and her Masters thesis had been hers, and the Higgs Boson would be hers. Exactly the same principle - and it could be applied to humans too, couldn't it? She made an executive decision that yes, it could.

She was so satisfied that she had figured this out that she almost missed the fact that he'd moved his hands. When she finally did notice, she gave him a warning look and tapped him on the nose.

"If you tickle me, I will clone myself, and you will have to sustain a double dose whether you like it or not." She had no idea how to not be on the losing side of a ticklefight, and sincerely hoped that he would take the threat to heart.

The way he spoke, the way he asked it, the way he moved and looked at her, it all made it very, very clear that she had either asked the wrong question or missed something that was important. In her excitement, 'want' just meant that he could do the job he'd referred to. A job he wanted, right?

Her brows furrowed, and her fingertips fell carefully against his cheek, one after the other. How puzzling. When she thought of the wants that she had that might merit such sincerity, none of them involved any human other than herself. Maybe that was to be expected. Everything had been so solitary for the majority of her life, and adjusting and understanding the thoughts and needs and lives of people who thrived on existing with other people was still an uphill battle. This felt no different.

Or maybe she'd been so far off the mark with her suggestion that his response was meant to toy with her, like a cat with a cornered mouse.

She looked into the eyes of the man in front of her and broke into a smile, so wide that it suggested she might be on the verge of laughter. Okay, maybe that wasn't a possibility she should be considering. Back to square one.

"Well...I am not entirely certain, on a broad scale. I will make a firm assumption that I fit somewhere on the list. If I do not, I would like to be." She sat very still, breaths shallow, as if she were afraid that taking the wrong action in this moment would mean jeopardizing anything she'd said or done so far.

"Because, now that you have posed this question, I intend to discover the answer in its entirety. And it would be difficult to do that if you didn't want me. Do you?" Not impossible, of course, but more effort than it might be worth. It was necessary for him to feel that way to be what she needed, and if he didn't...well, that would be hugely problematic.

The kisses left her bleary-eyed and dizzy, and her thoughts were in knots, bits and pieces missing here and there. He loved her. He wanted her. It got increasingly better by the minute, and the success felt intoxicating. Mimsy slowly put together that she intended to disagree, to make some kind of argument that would cement the security of her research, and only pulled back and spoke when she knew that something more eloquent than 'so?' would come out.

"How are you so certain?" The question came easier than she thought it would, despite the fact that she was certain. "We have not compared notes, after all," she pointed out, and it was unclear whether she was teasing or not. The probability of this being identical from each of them was so close to being nonexistent it was not worth considering, but she was trying to be anything but discouraging, and that wasn't going to help.

"You would meet tremendous difficulty if you ever tried to determine similarities between the causes of your actions and the causes of mine. We are fundamentally and functionally opposite of each other in most ways, but our paths continually overlap. Like now, for instance. I want you, and you want me. Our reasons are at least very similar, if you are convinced that they are not the same."

She paused her explanation to kiss him again, like an offering of evidence that would prove the similarity, just in case he needed a reminder.

"And if we do ever find that the similarities are too lacking, then we can adjust as necessary. See? We can ensure that it is safe to pursue what we each want. It will not endanger you. My 'want' is not to eat you or anything, after all." Svensyl cut in to suggest that she consider the notion, which was kind of romantic, in his opinion. "So there is no harm in attempting to reach equilibrium with one another."