"A lot of things, little human...," she said, a teasing tone in her voice which only served to annoy Handy further. Oddly enough, he found himself looking away from her eyes more often than not, thankful for the anonimity afforded by his helmet as uncomfortable memories surfaced of what he had almost done to her. But that was then, this was now, and he forced himself to meet her gaze. "And I was ever so hopeful I could've done all I wanted to do without you being any the wiser until I returned your precious little mage to you."