[Migi's casually horrific dialogue finely toes the line between hilarious and disturbing. Rex is a little more careful than he was a few weeks ago, still maintaining some distance between them even as he turns his nose up in the air. If Migi were to take over his body, it'd be highly dangerous for a variety of reasons, although the shitty super's suspicions largely stem from hubris. He's powerful, in great shape, and popular with women for almost entirely superficial reasons, so if Migi were really all that curious about the whole mating thing, he'd probably have a lot better luck in this cybergenetically-enhanced body.

The description of infiltration hardly encourages any change in Rex's consistently persnickety demeanor. Sure, he himself would hate to be in the same situation, but as far as things go, they've worked out as well as they possibly could for Shinichi. He's still alive, he's got control of most of his arms and legs save his favorite, probably, and his body somehow avoided becoming a sallow husk for an overly-logical alien.

That and, for better or for worse, he'll never be lonely? Or something.]

Sure thing, Shi-needy!

[This is all spoken with a mocking twitch of the head.]

I'll go with you.

[why does that almost sound like a threat]

But only because you seem desperate! Then again, if my life was the literal embodiment of "Talk to the hand," [in the most Cursed way possible-] maybe I'd be jumpy and shaken up too. I'd still be better-lookin', though.

[????]

It's Rex! Rex Splode, to you.