Lev/Lyubov bites their lower lip yet again (it's not a tic, it's a deliberate mannerism, a way for others to know they're listening, they're just quiet because they're thinking), and closes their eyes. They're silent for a good few minutes, before sighing and opening their eyes again.

"Nu," they say. "Let's just say that whether I understood thee or not, I now find that my question was a terrible question. Let's agree that like, thou'rt probably not a demon? I think that's what I got from thine answer, at least."

They're not going to even touch the machine-mind stuff. They have a pretty good idea of what Jean means, for one, and for two, a bit of them is starting to worry that Jean's having them on, deliberately making up as a bad a world as possible.