[It's like talking to a newspark, or a mech who has never dealt with anything criminal. His interests make Devcon's processor stall for a nano-klikk; paint and cook, go on walks. Take care of others...? Great Cybertron, but this human is as far from his prefered prey as possible. That might be a good thing, though.

Devcon allows his smirk to grow into a soft laughter.]

I see. Sounds like you've made yourself a nest here. And, you have friends, and a brother. There must be others, too. Of my kind, perhaps? [See the gleam in his optics? He's being gentle. He's also looking for intel.]