". . . And you're offering me usage of your personal sexbot? I'm flattered." Torn replied, bold as brass. Shifting into a more comfortable position, he glanced down at the Techpriest's bulky arms, as they lay across his legs.<br/><br/>"I think I'll have to pass on it this time, I'm afraid . . . this is nice enough as-is." He mused, shrugging at the man as he traced his outlines with his eyes.<br/><br/>"You know, for a cogboy, you're surprisingly . . . intact. How much of your body is still organic?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>