[ The Technical Boy does appreciate significant capital letters, but he does almost tell K he doesn't have to try so hard to please him when K's hand begins to slide. Tech Boy breaks eye contact to glance down with something very like alarm for a moment before immediately relaxing and pressing into the touch. Maybe there's more cause to flatter the god than he's allowing himself, so he stays silent on that matter.

Regaining eye contact as if the faux pas never happened, he folds his hands behind K's neck as he recites poetry. ]

what to do
On suddenly discovering that you
Are now a young and vulnerable toad
Plump in the middle of a busy road,
Or a bear cub beneath a burning pine,
Or a book mite in a revived divine.

[ He blinks. ] Why the fuck do I know that and can't remember Yeats on cue?

[ but then he grows still and serious. ] Two yes, and one no. [ then barely a whisper ] They retired me. How dare they. How fucking dare they. [ but there's no anger in it this time. Only pain. He leans forward to rest his forehead against K's. ] I don't want to talk about this right now.