He notes that frozen smile, the slight twitch of the lips as Micolash’s cage is called badass. He assumes that all the swearing must be irritating to him. He thinks that’s dumb ‘cause they’re just words, but he’s trying not to be antagonistic.

“Yeah,” he affirms. “Very cool.” His eyes follow Micolash’s fingers as they trace the cage, and he’s taking a closer look now, skeptical that the device warrants such pride. Yep, it looks like just a ratty old cage he's stuck over his head. That it was referred to as an invention leads him to ask, “What’s it do?”