[ Creating. It's hard not to feel envious of that ability. K's perfect recall makes memorisation essentially effortless and accelerates his ability to learn, and he can imitate, emulate, simulate with varying degrees of efficiency... but true creativity has remained beyond his reach, likely another intentional limitation of his programming. (The seemingly inane little circuit board critters he'll end up piecing together in a few weeks will, in fact, reflect a significant leap in his development.)

The kiss is distracting, and he doesn't lose his train of thought so much as it momentarily jumps track, but with some difficulty he keeps the inappropriate comments about exactly what Tech Boy inspires in him to himself. This conversation feels too important to make light of it. But his posture does noticeably loosen beneath Tech Boy's touch as his own hands are wandering back to the god's waist, slipping past his remaining clothing to touch the bare skin of his hips. ]

That sounds nice. You can do that here, too, can't you? [ Even if the general level of technology is far less advanced than Tech Boy's accustomed to. Excluding the Fluids and network, presumably. ] Have you ever inspired the humans here?

[ One can practically hear the gears in his mind turning now; he has a lot of questions. And it's leading back into potentially sensitive territory. ] Do any knowingly worship you?

[ More importantly, if they do, why was his own willing offer of worship rejected? ]