"Ah. There. See, here's the thing. I do care about what I did." His expression doesn't change at all, and he completely ignores Steven's bitchy preamble in its entirety. But hey, it's an answer, right?

Or was.

"But enough about that," he uncrosses his arms, waving his left hand to the side as though closing a window on a particularly sci-fi invisible touch screen.

"I'm already 'functional.' I'm getting loads of work done, in fact. I mean, look at this thing. The percentage of this project I can call complete is ticking upwards of 90%. Whether or not I'm feeling sociable is irrelevant, especially right now everyone wants to crawl up my asshole and die there."

Now his scowl returns.

"If, however, this is about me being human, I don't know that was ever the case. Maybe in a nominal sense, but now?"

He doesn't wait for Steven to answer before shutting any attempt to answer down.

"It doesn't matter."