The look upon her face was quite amusing and Vision tried to remember it. He liked that thoughtful look people got. He liked the way they processed information. For him it was all at once and when he stopped to consider tact and strategy it was a systematic play-out in his mind. A human was....he did not know how it worked. He never really would despite having come so close.
"I suppose that would be one way of phrasing it," Vision conceded.
He did not understand emotions or feeling, the physical act of feeling. He knew pain, and the struggle in combat, but he did not know what this was. What was she doing? Knowledge of the universe and all of history and time told him she was trying to tickle him, but what did that feel like? This, apparently, and he pulled his arm back as there was another chill or perhaps that feeling of something crawling under the surface of his flesh.