[The words, the emphasis on humans, the slight duck of Tieria's head that's indicative of something like embarrassment-- they're surprising almost (almost), and Giovanni's eyes narrow just slightly as he listens. It's hardly the first time he's come across such sentiments, and there are those among the Cerberus Unit who utter similar things, but there's still something in it that vaguely unsettles him. A sense of the near-sacrilegious, and for a moment he's left uncertain of what to say.

When his voice comes, it's a little cautious. A little cold.]

I'm not sure how you'd separate the two. Humans created the Company, didn't they? And one should abide by the command of one's superiors. Even if, sometimes, they leave something to be desired.

[Although for him it's a nebulous thing, the Company, something he belongs both to and within-- unpacking it beyond that isn't something he's considered in any great depth. At the end of it all, if he had to pinpoint the exact seat of his loyalties, they would most likely be with Mother. But it's not something he's been forced to consider in any great depth.

Not yet.

There's a tense pause, a moment of inner discomfort, and then his shoulders slice at the air as he shrugs.]

But I do like interesting assignments. The kind that make proper use of my particular skills.

[He smiles then, and again there's the hardbright flash of his razorblade teeth.]