"I have no idea what you or your kind gets up to with human and non-human objects. Far be it for me to judge," he says with that continued tease and every bit of implying that 9S might hoard something on occasion.

He twirls the feather in hand and finally gives 9S space only to prowl around him with a slow walk and a light step. Now he's inspecting every inch of him for more feathers, "After the humans who made you. Creators sounds so official. You're thankful, I understand, but that's not all you are worth."