Rabbits, as he liked to call them were all seen as just pawns, assistants, workers. Ofcourse, only all in favor of habit himself. Despite being a cocky guy, who's done way too much, lived to long, caused too many things, used too many people----he had favorites. Sure, in the past he's gotten favorite vessels, and favorite Rabbits he's collected. You were just one of them of your time.

"y'know, rabbit." habit laid back on the recilner, a 'exhausted' relaxed sigh leaving his lips, "I'm starting to like you."

(short ik, i'll be fixing it up soon enough.)