For what its worth, Daylight does begin to crouch so the conversation can be done at eye-to-optic. He hasn't been around humans or humanoids for the longest of the times, but he faintly recalls Auntie Chris' gentle requests, due to it not being on her neck.

So. Yeah. Daylight compacts himself up as he hears her out, helmm tilting in great curiosity as she goes through the ethics and requirements of what it means to get stabbed because, like, she's got a point! If one gets stabbed by another, does that count for both? He kind of hope it does. Less work for the medic crew - do they even have that? - here.

"You could try to stab my servo plating and see where that goes," Daylight suggests in the end, his words... careful, because he could already hear Emergency Aid yelling at him in the back of processors for offering this up. "If we're lucky, maybe a mark or something counts and, um, no one gets hurt too badly. I don't know how you'd bond with someone otherwise."

So yeah, times two: Daylight holds up his servo, making sure its palm facing down so the arm guard is protecting the softer, squishier bits of Day. "Oh! I'm Daylight by the way. You can just call me 'Day', though, since I know that's a mouthful."