"Serah Cheng is my father," Henry said, getting more and more of that bodice-ripper feeling off this guy. If he were prone to swooning, he might have. Instead, he just smiled kindly. "Please, Henry's fine."

They stare at the damn robot together for a moment, and even after Cullen's asked his question Henry didn't answer. It was only a moment, though, and then Henry sort of laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, it is terribly unnerving," he admitted. "But I need a job, and I am a fairly good salesman. I suppose if I do well, they might let me come on for more than just that. I have some experience with artificial intelligence--giving robots personalities."