Six was most certainly a thing with nanites which meant he couldn't so much as touch his former partner. That and quite a bit of shame from his mistake. Honestly, he should've had better control, but he'd gotten lost not to feral instinct but the winged wolf's simple joy of play. He'd been entirely unprepared for it, not having experienced it before.

He knocked on the door to the room. "Knight, are you re-running those tests again?"