You were speechless, mouth slightly agape, face set ablaze.
“There goes that sneaky cat with your tongue again.” He chuckled, leaning down. “Here, let’s get you off that dirty sidewalk.” A hand offered to you.
You paused and looked at his ungloved hand for a moment. You could see his nails looked freshly manicured, or, oiled? Can robots get manicures? Whatever. You took his hand gently and he pulled you to your feet.
“Now darling, let me see your head.” He said sternly, placing his hands on either side of your head, and angling it so that he could see where you hit it.
Unable to move, you had no choice but to look at his waist. You silently examined what was probably modeled to look like a belt buckle, where maybe his soul was. It had a pink heart on it, so maybe? You just silently watched the heart’s dim glow, fade in and out. Suddenly you felt pressure where you hit your head.