"I certainly hope I showed them a thing or three," he mumbles. "It's an interesting idea but a terrible execution. Think of what one could do with it with willing participants, instead. Surely there are a few people with a 'sex in an esoteric machine' fetish." Later he'd wonder why such words fell out of his face given his history, but right now they just made so much more sense. His too-fecund imagination spins happily along on this path and he gives a soft huff of laughter. "In this city? All one'd have to do is set it up for demonstrations and take in volunteers," he finishes before chuckling quietly.

Has he... learnt something from this? It's altogether possible. Perhaps he'll even remember the lesson, later.