He and dad aren't quite on speaking terms, considering he keeps getting warsats thrown at him.

"You are not incorrect. I was created, just not by the means organic creatures use." The warlord shakes his head, setting his helmet on the table beside him. "It was a little rude, yes. I did not question why you are capable of speaking. For all I know, it is a common thing," he shrugs. "My interactions with felines have been only a recent development and these are hardly normal circumstances as it is."