Another little smirk, and the Psiioniic tilts his head to the side, eyelids half closed. "I jutht wanted a kith. What were you thinking about?" What? He did say he could sass Dualscar however he liked. The seatroll probably likes it anyway; he can tell.

Besides. He wants just a bit of freedom before he has to play the role of the broken slave, a chance to enjoy himself. The smile fading from his face, he closes his eyes and braces himself for that horrible numbness, that loss of power.