"You wot?" His eyebrows crawl up and up and the tops of his cheeks are tinged with an unmistakable shade of red. He's so miffed.

"That's-- horrible? Oh my. That's-- that's just awful. I'm so sorry." There's something very wrong, at least in Steven's mind, of building beautiful robots for the purpose of having sex with them. It feels so perverse.

"I've got nothing against sex work. The Ancient Egyptians seem to have embraced it. Lots of. Ancient cultures and. Fertility gods and. People only got prudish in the last few hundred years and." Steven clears his throat before he finishes rambling.

"I just feel like. You were forced into it." Steven wrings his hands and averts his gaze. "Like. Somebody made you to-- y'know. Specifically for that function. Even if you can't sleep or 'power down' or wha'ever. You clearly have feelings. Your own will. Your own wants. It's not right. Imagine creating someone so-- intelligent and beautiful and special? And the first thing you do is either try to stick your willy in her or make her in charge of all that? What in the world is wrong with people?"