[ As a god (and with his chronically insecure personality), Tech Boy does indeed like this kind of personal attention. It's a bit distracting from the growing storm cloud of his personal melancholy... and fewer clothes is always better. Wasn't there a mention of bed? To sleep or to do other things? To sleep perchance to dream? Despite the topic of conversation, the thought causes him to giggle to himself a bit as he twists a bit to help K remove a layer or two of his ridiculous(ly fashionable) outfit.

But the topic of favors is more complicated. There have been things that Tech Boy has asked for that K would likely not want to hear. Some of the requests had been quite nasty. War is hell, after all. ]

Why not risk it? Trust me. Have a little faith. If they don't take the deal, they'll die out anyway. All I really have to do is wait. But it's better if they learn to work with what we're offering. It's a good life. [ Mostly. ] Better than what they've got without us.

[ He'd been thinking about this. ] When I first got here, I would have given anything to go back. The tech here is so fucking stone age compared to where I was. And even that is light years behind what I saw in your world. [ He presses his lips together in thought. ] My world rejected me. You accepted me. Why the fuck would I want to go back to that war now?