"Android." Not human, then, for all that he looks it- but a machine? A golem. He lacks the stony exterior or the brilliantly glowing lines of Lyrium that creates such a thing save for the flickering circle at his temple but-

He has known self-determined golems before.

And he knows of those that resist the idea.

And seen the lengths through which one would go to keep them complacent. Keep them tools and toys rather than the living souls they truly could be. To hear one describe themselves in such a way, to enjoy or at least wish to remain a thing? Is...curious.

Zevran's head cocks to the side, eartips up, eyes narrowed, the whole of his focus on Connor.

"You would kill her for answers." There is a distinct lack of judgment in Zevran's voice, more idle bemusement than anything else. If anything Zevran's voice is carefully, delicately neutral.