"It is a machine. It exists to serve, and so it will serve me. They are more intelligent than undead thralls, somewhat more useful." Neesa answered. 

Meesei was understandably alarmed at the fact that Neesa was able to command one of their automatons with only a few words, even moreso than she was curious about how exactly the commands functioned. She had never heard the Dwemer language pronounced aloud before, given how long it had been since most of its speakers had disappeared. At the very least, that meant that only Neesa could potentially threaten them with that knowledge, should she so choose. Regardless, she tried to maintain her calm. "Well, as I said, we can spare a spider. If you do not need it for your...research, then is there anything else you will be wanting for it? I am afraid we may not be able to provide everything you might desire. Our resources are not limitless." 

Neesa gave a quick, condescending laugh. "Oh there is nothing you could do to help me, even if you wanted to. I assure you. My research has spanned eras, and I am quite content being patient with enlightenment. Especially considering that failure means the most permanent form of death possible. The mortals who have sought CHIM and failed...those are the only ones I do [i]truly[/i] mourn." She explained, her voice taking on an uncharacteristically and frankly surprisingly genuine tone.