"Oh! Heh," he chuckled a little as he realized she was joking. "Well, I'm sure you understand. Not...uh...everyone likes curry. Hm."
He simply nodded at her comment about blushing. He didn't really know what to say. It wasn't every day that he was flirted with by a human trapped inside a homicidal robot living in a self-imaged dreamworld.
"Not very long, actually. I still haven't quite found the library, yet. If you happen to see it in passing perhaps you can...well...send a signal? If I didn't know any better I would have thought it was running from me. Perhaps my worst nightmare--books running from me.
"My name comes from the date that was found where I was discovered, April 14, 1865. American history, 14th president Abraham Lincoln was assassinated on that date. I suppose a morbid sort of pun was created in naming me.
"Oh! And might I suggest cupcakes instead of souffles? They're much easier to make," he said informatively with a flourished finger in point.