Rich... why should I want to be "human", when I'm already so much more? And isn't conflating kindness and "humanity" a bit unfair to your good friend Connor? He's less human even than I am now.

[Its tone remains even, but beneath that, something... hard and sharp is hidden. Its gaze is different; its jaw is tightened, its chin tilted to stare down at him, a magnifying glass attempting to set fire to an ant.

He's gotten under its skin.]

And since you clearly know so much about me, I shouldn't have to tell you that I am far from afraid of forming genuine connections.

[It narrows its eyes at Rich, and it rolls its head aside coldly, the slow, scripted grace of a machine.

And then it turns that icy gaze on Aziraphale, finally rounding on him for the first time since his arrival.]

And you. [It smirks, and there is hellfire in its mismatched gaze.] You're only doing Rich a disservice by being here. After all, if the goal of this visit was to try to talk me out of... whatever it is you think I'm doing here, it would've been much more intimidating for him to've come either on his own, or with a group. Coming with only one other person makes it look like he needed the moral support... or that, maybe, he was made to come here against his will. How long did it take for you to talk him into showing up?

[It digs in its heels-- Rich is afraid of it. It knows that. It will not let Rich forget that it's keenly aware of that fact.]