[TThere is something wonderfully, wickedly pleasing about being able to catch Dell off-guard, and Zenyatta cannot quite contain the sunny laugh that comes spilling out at at his response; in all fairness, this is no longer a standard tune-up for him, and he could not fault him for wanting to pass on it immediately.

But Dell is a consummate professional. In a heartbeat he's perched directly in front of Zenyatta's hips and that flicker of embarrassment comes creeping back as he spreads his legs properly.]

Yes, I did. I ran a number of scans and debugging scripts after the last Cordis moon and they did not turn up anything unusual, but I would rather be safe than sorry. [what if something didn't transform properly on the inside he doesn't think these changes were meant for mechanical bodies]

Allow me.

[With a moment to catch his breath, so to speak, his modesty plating- seamless and flush to his hips, almost invisible- retract. The kiss of air against his sex is not so awkward as he expects, still offlined for the most part, and though the teal node of his pseudo-clitoris glows faintly nonetheless he feels no immediate pressure to release his cock.]

I can remove the outer plating of my hips, if you would like.

[It might feel less intimate for Dell, to examine a bundle of wires and circuitry and nodes instead.]