The sleeping jogged his memory a bit, but he had to think to remember it - had to think really hard, because X was doing something, and it was interesting, and... he wanted to touch. Huuh, didn't that melting hurt? "Like," Anti started, eyes fixated on X, but his head turning a bit toward Nightwing.
"Takin' hearts? Makin' boxes?"
So interesting. It was likes... a lizard. Only not. And, really, couldn't killed make up its mind? Or was... this another one of those 'opinions vary' thing? Hhhuhn.