Ichor stared blankly at Marceline, his expression unreadable. Marceline chuckled at his look, rolling her eyes. The strong alcohol of the Red Lamb was working wonders, making her far more outgoing and relaxed than her usual self.
"Why do you do that?" she asked, staring pointedly at Ichor.
"Do what?"
"Act all mysterious."
Ichor furrowed his brows as if he didn't understand what she was implying. Marceline mirrored his confusion, furrowing her brows.
"You don't know? You tell no one anything, you only express precise emotions like a robot, and you're completely unreadable."
"Those are all magnificent qualities for a soldier."
"But you are more than that! We don't even think you're human. You seem more like Kuthumi. No, I think Kuthumi has shown more human nature than you have."
"We?" Ichor asked, seemingly unbothered by Marceline's words, even smiling slightly.
