If Leoben Conoy had been human, Kara Trace would have had felt comfortable discussing him with any of her human friends.
If he had been human she would have defined Leoben Conoy as probably one of the most incredibly sexy men she had ever encountered.
Since he was Cylon, she would never admit that from the first there was an attraction.
He was the enemy a machine built to look human and meant to deceive.
So she had analyzed him from every angle and could never truly pinpoint why he had such an emotional hold.
Was it the cockiness of his smile, sometimes recklessly devilish, sometimes heart melting sweet? It was that smile that allowed her to distinguish him from the other Twos. She could pick him out of any crowd of Twos by that smile alone.
Or was it the slight rasp of his voice? That voice could soothe and infuriate all at once.
Or was it the well worn creases and lines that only increased the handsome value of his face?
Or was it the spikes of his tousled hair and the persistent five o'clock shadow that never went away.
Maybe it was the confidence in his walk? He had that powerful sexy swagger that must have drawn many wandering glances from both sexes in his youth.
Whatever it was, he overwhelmed her. Whatever he was, she could not forget.
She could not forget that even as he kept her his prisoner, or when she murdered him six times over.
If Leoben had been human, she wouldn't have resisted. She would have allowed herself to fall for him. She would have admitted that he spoke to her heart as well as her soul.
But he was a toaster, so she denied every little emotion he conjured in her.
Since he was a Cylon, she would never admit that Leoben had never forced her to have sex while she was imprisoned on New Caprica.
She would never admit the truth that not only she did have sexual relations with Leoben, and if her dreams were any indication, she missed it.
