I have a place at Lake Arrowhead, you can stay there?  
She asked, So, are you inquisitive, or inquisitor?
 
Perhaps both. The robot leaned close to examine her, noting the proud lift of her chin. I expect you to offer me many insights. He touched her cheek with a cool, flexible finger. Lovely skin.
 
She forced herself not to pull away. Resistance must count for something more than a captive's pride, her mother had once told her. If Serena struggled, Erasmus could hold her with his powerful robotic grasp, or summon mechanized torturing devices. My skin is no more lovely than yours, she said, except mine is not synthetic. My skin was designed by nature, not by the mind of a machine.
 
The robot chuckled, a tinny cachination. You see, I expect to learn much from you. He led her into his lush greenhouses, which she observed with reluctant delight.