"Oh, good. Cuz if I had to call you master or daddy for the rest of forever shit was gonna get awkward." And probably not in the way locus expects. It feels... everything feels so intense. Bright and loud and fascinating, he loses half a moment to the acute awareness of the neural lace in his own brain, of the soft hum of the circuitry. That's...trippy.

"Why, though? And why me?"