A mild annoyance.
These children and their toys.
What could a machine offer?
No oil is blood.

Checking his pocketwatch, yes a pocketwatch as a classic gentleman would carry one, Bedivere glanced up at the metal man and child of Mithias. Smiling internally to himself, the elder watched as Mithias scolded his first. The boy had much to learn about instilling the proper amount of fear and respect. It is a fine line between charisma and its darker counterpart. Just as the preachers of old used hell and suffering, plagues of death to convert the masses, what good was an empty threat? The Hallowed words were Hollow. Patience Bedivere, your first was hardly obedient. 

"Yes, I do believe it is that time again Mithias."  Bedivere remarked casually putting his watch away. "The rest are getting worried it seems. Now then, Hank is it?" The man would feel the point be slowly drawn back. "It is a shame we could not meet upon happier terms, however, I believe this is a mere introduction. As such I expect to see you more, and perhaps the next I must leave you within an inch of unlife to make sure do not meddle in our affairs. Or for the better choice, I'd expect you come to your senses and join your father here. Good Evening Sir."

"The hour is late my boy, the midnight express is to leave the station. Promptly."

[i]
Keep your perverted mind out Lord Magnus, I have no need of your telepathic abilities. You seem to underestimate our abilities, or perhaps overestimate those of our enemy. You assume our inability to return is some sort of detriment, however we were far too busy painting this base red for tomorrow's activities. That being said, we shall be returning shortly.[/i]