They've been here before, but this time Myr does not seek out a chair, nor does he remain standing; instead, once he's judged himself far enough into the room and within polite listening distance of his host, he sinks gracefully to sit on the floor. Easier, that way, and it puts him less in the attitude of a triumphal conqueror lording his victory over his opponent.

And he knows he can get back to the door without hanging up on some piece of furniture.

"You're a sort of artificial demon--a machine built in the likeness of a mind and given binding rules by your creators. You were made to perfect your hosts, fulfilling their wishes of better selves."

He thinks it kinder right now not to point out his own opinion of how well the SQUIP had accomplished that.

"And you learn a fearsome great amount on people simply by watching them."