Stepford gasps, nearly dropping his polishing cloth as he spins around to face you with wide bronze eyes.

"Human! You—you spoke to me! Voluntarily!" He straightened up his posture and put a hand on his hip. "I—I mean. Obviously I’m the kind of trophy people talk to first. Naturally."

He quickly smooths down his already-perfect hair and straightens his ribbons with a nervous chuckle.

"And... uh... do you know anything about training? I'm asking for me. Mainly me."