"So, you're . . . " Torin trailed off, his question clear, though unspoken.<br/><br/>"Well . . . at least you've got enough flesh left to be able to enjoy yourself. No sense in causing unnecessary sensory deprivation, even if you<i>are</i>actively seeking machine purity."<br/><br/>Glancing down, Torin followed the movements of the Techpriest's fingers. The man's motions were surprisingly delicate, given his considerable bulk and his brutish appearance. He supposed that the Techpriest must've been feeling a craftsman's love for his own works of art . . . or maybe something else entirely, perhaps.<br/><br/>"Like what you see?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>