Connor pressed his lips together. Xavin had, in fact, been trying to do him a favor rather than seeking one. It was...unexpected.

“It’s not a metric I use, no.” He affirmed, LED flickering. All his faculties were devoted to navigating this exchange. The only other soul to focus this much on him was Kamski himself. Connor was an object of utility, and one that could be replaced at any time. Nothing less and nothing more.

“...But, perhaps, you could show me.” He added after a pause.