If Cassie knew about his worries of love, she would call it silly. Even if he was created, his feelings and emotions were his own. His father wasn't there to make him suddenly curious about the small item she was hiding. Nor was anyone else. It was all him, his curiosity was his own. Nobody was there pulling the strings as much as he thought.
"First you have to promise me something." She smiled and looked up at him holding the object away and shifting away from prying eyes.