I'll trust your opinion that until I can make the assessment myself. Do you just... eat a lemon? Or do you cook it?

[It was an uncommon eye colour to be certain, but he liked it. So close to his and his brother's to that of the Sith where the Dark Side reigned and influenced.]

Perhaps they had to dilute the material needed to make you? Is that a thing?

[He had killed enough clones to know that they all looked the same, but he had no doubt that it still too tremendous resources in order to make them. It wasn't as if they could just milk the original clone, could they? So if an apocalypse happened, the same could be true in Dirk's humanity case.]

Considering there is no large scale battle, it seems to me that you don't need to keep everything on hand all the time. And I did peel you out of your clothes.

[Now that was an interesting admittance, and one that he hadn't expected. He experienced an initial shift of wariness, but it eased when it seemed that Dirk was going to be the pet in this case. Would the sentiment last? He didn't know.]

Fine. That's agreeable. But I get to wear a collar if it looks good on you because it might look good on me too.

[He hadn't actually been put in a position where he felt he could voice discomfort and have it taken serious. This was... strange.]

I expect to wake with sticky sheets and maybe sticky thighs. It seems like the sleeping arrangements will be agreeable.