[There's a moment then, when the obedient facade crumbles a little further, frustration shining through underneath, and his tongue clicks sharp against his teeth. A sly roll of the eyes.]

Then you're both as deluded as each other. I am a thing-- I'm a weapon, a hound of war, if you will. I'm not like you. Believing differently is foolish and dangerous for the both of you. You saw what I did out there. That's what I'm for. That's what I do. Not...playing tea parties and making friends.