"Take off your clothes." she told him. Of course, once again had a hard time keeping a straight face at what Dorothy had just said. Ignoring the explaination about the life support system she had within her, everything else suggested that she wanted Roger inside of her in a different way. He heard mocked many times by people who believed Dorothy was his own private sex bot, but Roger would be lying if he said he had never thought of it before, though he didn't even know if androids could even perform actions like that. For all he knew there was just wires and circuits in there.

"I wouldn't think that the condition of your clothes would be more important than surviving this." Dorothy pointed out. Her eyebrow had lightly twitched as she became annoyed when her employer went silent for nearly thirty seconds. She knew what he was thinking, and it was quickly becoming ridiculous. The reason she wanted Roger to get naked was because that would make it all the more easier for him to slide down her throat.

"Uh, right." Roger finally responded. Putting all thoughts of sexy androids aside, he continued to remind himself of the danger he was in. In no time his jacket was thrown to the floor and he soon began on his shirt once he unbuttoned his pants. By that time though, he came upon a rather eye popping sight.

"Dorothy?!" he yelled. She didn't so much as bat an eye at him as she let her dress fall to the floor. This was the day Roger learned that beneath her clothes, Dorothy wore nothing at all. She never really saw the point. She had no use for underwear and her breasts never caused any stress on her metal spine. Granted they were only C-cups, but that was another matter all together, one which she saw the negotiator was 'observing'.

"What? I may not like that dress, but I don't want to be the one to ruin it." she pointed out. If she, ate Roger so to speak, her stomach would tear right through the fabric of her clothes. It didn't make since to keep anything on. Roger meanwhile still had a few things left to take off, and one article of clothing stood out more than the others.

"You don't give up, do you Roger?" she asked. Just before he could see if Dr. Waynewright put any red hair down there, Roger embarassingly discovered that he had a serious bulge in his boxers. Once more he told himself that this was no time for that.

"I'm sorry, I just..." while he continued to ramble, Dorothy's eyes remained firmly focussed on what was hidden between Roger's legs. She to was fully aware of the danger they were in, but still she couldn't seem to pull her eyes away from this sight. Her lips lightly trembled.

"It's alright. Please continue." she told him. Roger just blinked, but did as he was told, amazed how quickly Dorothy got over that rather uncomfortable scenario. In truth though, as he promised himself to get one more look at her body before getting inside of it, Dorothy made a promise of her own to Roger's body.

That bulge indicated another part of Roger that wasn't relaxed, and she needed him completely relaxed.