He tilts his head, watching the way the other bot moves. Watching how pained his motions look. He lifts a hand, for a moment, before settling it back down, unsure of what to do with it. He feels uncomfortable on the same level as the living robot, but if this is where he's expected to be, he'll deal with it.

"Well... he has been. To me, anyway." The affection isn't missed, though it makes him blink slowly. "Even though he said something about fighting candles." His wings flick.

"Why technically?"