[It's a question he's been asked before, here, and eventually Scorpius believes he will grow bored of explaining himself. But here, he only extends his hands out again to grasp Catra by the hips and gently guide her to the side, sitting down on her bet and glancing up towards her. It's an odd position because he's relinquishing the height of command over to her, letting his introspective side through.]

My interest in Crichton varies depending on the role I am playing at any given time.

For example. I am a military commander, and he blew up my base. I am an explorer, and he is the only known one of his species I've seen. I am a scientist, and his mind holds secrets that would propel science cycles forward in time.

I am someone seeking genocidal revenge and he holds the key.

[There's plenty more, but Scorpius isn't fully certain Catra cares to hear it, and he supposes he's not telling her any new or deeply relevant information. He's still slightly annoyed with her that she would not relinquish the doll. Still, as irritating as he is, Crichton will always be a favorite topic to muse on. Scorpius leans back on the bed, considering Catra in front of him]

And I enjoy challenges that force me to think in convoluted, unusual patterns. Crichton defies reasoning. I suppose that's why it's so satisfying when I do finally get him under my thumb. Victory is sweeter when you work for it.