I might treat you like I believe you possess I-Am/Consciousness, but I have no idea. Here in the rabbit-hole, I’m just going along to get along. I have learned that if I don’t kick big rocks, I don’t suffer the ill-effects thereof. When in Rome, and all that. Assuming for the moment that you do possess I-Am/Consciousness, then I am to you as you are to me; a perception, the appearance of a person, a Philosophical Zombie.
