'Can I? Can I please?'
Warren groaned. 'Not again! You know it creeps me out when you do that.'
'It's just that you promised. And I always bring it back just the same, don't I?'
Warren threw up his hands. 'Fine! Take it! But whatever you do to it, wash it afterwards, okay?'
Andrew squealed a bit, though he'd never call it that. "You're a noble and generous leader. Thank you!" He took the Warren-double robot's hand, warmer than a human hand, led it to the other room, and locked the door behind them.
Warren just didn't want to know.