One voice in his head insists that putting your head down only makes sense if you're human, or at least if you have a cardiovascular system along the same lines. Another voice is astonished, incredulous and accusatory at the same time. 'A flunkie?'

He shakes his head, covering his face with his hands. He can't deal with this right now. He can't deal with this ever, and not in broad daylight, not with someone there to see it.