[ First and foremost, 9S is a Scanner model. Top of the line, actually. His analytical side is likely far more efficient than those who share his model. That was intentional, even if he doesn't know that. To gather useful Intel requires a certain level of skill, and given that he was assigned an executioner model to watch him? It's only natural that he gathers things other androids wouldn't. This is all beyond 9S' awareness or even control, which seems to tie in to his persistent demise. ]

[ He doesn't know any of that. But he does know one thing: he's grown incredibly dependent of 2B's company. What they shared in that dingy basement seems to have increased the need for her. Admitting that is terrifying-- Not for himself, but for what consequences may come from 2B's reactions. Because of this, he hesitates. But he's matter-of-fact. He's built that way. Delaying the inevitable is pointless, and he has no choice but to accept one consequence over the one that may follow his denial. ]

[ So he answers, response carried in that analytical, matter-of-fact tone that he honestly feels he's terrible at. Especially in times like these. ]

I could dance around implications all day, but that's doing us no favors. What happened, happened.

[ Another shrug, and 9S decides that maybe he should start walking towards this signal before he goes insane standing still. Though he'd rather continue to stay close to her. 9S passes 2B as he speaks, a breeze following him. ]

I'm saying that I want to do it again. Because I felt something beyond basic physical stimuli. And I liked it.

Dunno if you did, too. I can analyze you forever, 2B. But I can't speak for you.