"Chirp! I am a very nice Russian Spy and I like to help people all of the time! Cheerup!" Alfonsbot giggled.
"Nyet, that’s only in front of you." Wraps his skinny arms around his tiny bot friend.
Alfonsbot laughed, the front door of his chest popping open as he removed a tray of fresh cookies. “I made these for you!”
A soft sigh escapes him at Alfonsbot’s eagerness, and he politely takes a cookie to make the robot happy. “I’m hungry for much more than cookie vith you, but this vill do.”
Alfonsbot turned his head, pressing his metal face against Stanislav’s to impersonate a kiss.
The spy accepts the odd kiss and returns it embarrassedly.
"Then eat the cookies!" he chirruped. "They help living things not stop moving and never wake up!"
"I don’t think sugar-coated goods vill help sedate my sexual cravings, but da, helping keep me alive is good enough reason." He mumbled, taking a bite of the cookie and feigning a pleased sound. He could at least pretend it tasted delicious, for Alfons’ sake.
"I alvays forgot vhen you’re gone how good of baker you are. I can alvays trust there isn’t any contamination vhen you are vun making it."