"I'm a Cylon," he says, although this man did not explicitly ask. But if he's met enough alien species, it's no hardship to introduce him to one more. "A biological robot -- yes, I know that sounds like an oxymoron. We were originally created by humans to work in dangerous labor conditions."

Hence the disdain. Except for this one woman, apparent by how soft his expression becomes when the L-word is mentioned. "I knew from the moment I first spoke to her that she was different. She's been in my heart ever since."

Even when he was pretending that he didn't even have a heart. He heaves a sigh, not wanting to be this sentimental in front of a man he barely knows.

"If you don't mind me asking, what species are you?"