[ He does a small handwave, summoning over a cup of tea and a macaroon before settling in his seat once more. He crosses his legs, taking all this in with a small nod or two every now and then. ]

One could say your methods sound almost medieval... but then, I tend to forget where you started, don't I? The dark ages were indeed very truly dark. There was your kind, dreamed up by humanity or so you claim and my kind.

[ Tiny sneer hidden by a small sip of tea. ]

Of course, we've been corporeal for quite a bit more time than you have.... but I do see the resemblance.