It's just a servitor. I grew it from a severed thumb.

[He waves his hand idly. The homunculus is a useful thing. That's all.]

What it's like to be around me.

[The sound he makes is ambiguous, somewhere between a snort and a grunt.]

I don't think I'm suited to 'connecting' to humans. Not the usual lot.

[Those quotations are audible in the way he says it.]

They expect things even when told not to. They dislike things they specifically ask for. And somehow it's my responsibility. I refuse. I refuse to let anyone lay anything like that at my feet when I've been clear and open from the start.

[He turns his attention on him abruptly.]

If I almost bit your hand off, would you expect me to cuddle? I'm not speaking metaphorically.