Gor had blinked a little at the cute comment, but he let it go. After all, it probably wasn't directed at him -- although plenty of girls seemed to call him cute in that platonic-oh-look-let's-make-him-blush sort of way. Riff didn't seem like that sort of girl. She was probably referring to something in the code. And that was fine.
Gor did get it about Walter feeling. Being a geek himself and rather fond of robot movies, he saw no reason why a robot couldn't feel. "Why can't a robot feel bad?" he questioned, wondering why she had had to clarify. "Feelings are just the brain's reaction to a given stimulus -- firings of brain-goo. And they're programmable, just like in any robot." Of course, humeans were a little more difficult to program, but the advertising companies had it down, didn't they? "...Unless you haven't programmed him to." That, of course, was an option. But that sort of defeated the purpose of AI, didn't it?
"I work better on paper," Gor explained with a thoughtful frown. The thought was interrupted as a line of code disappeared on the top of the screen. "Wait!" he cried out, full attention flying immediately to the screen.