“If I may say so, it’s an honor to finally meet you,” the woman says. “You’re a legend.” Tuk lifts an eyebrow, his eyes going dangerously dark, though his tone is playful. “Am I really?” “Of course!” the woman continues, oblivious. “One of the first sentient atmechs? You’re the reason this firm exists. Any artificer would kill to study how you work. But don’t worry. No one else knows what you look like. We’d have had to sneak you in through a back door otherwise.” Tuk gives a flirtatious, black-eyed smile. “Just as well. I’m too pretty for back doors.” “Quite,” the woman says with a blush.
