I think the key thing to remember in all that is you let them forget that. I on the other hand know very well where my priorities and loyaly lie. [ Is he taking a petty pot shot at his disgraced relative and her former...guard dog? Maybe a little. But he's also pretty insulted that she'd link the two of them together in any meaningful way. Rhys wants to be known, sure, but not for that reason.

So he supposes it's best to be fairly upfront about things. Or at least enough that it isn't a problem, so he heaves a sigh and uncrosses his arms. ]

I don't remember all of them word-per-word alright? Most of the time I just want them to pick up tech for me. You know, [ he gestures vaguely to his discoloured cybernetic eye and data port ] new lenses? Processors? Stuff I can't exactly go walking around myself for? Bad press and all.

...Aaand ice cream. Sometimes. [ Nothing screams "rich and spoiled" like frozen dairy in a system that doesn't really readily have the stuff. ]