Hm. [the sound is a little huffy, but he sits back again, glancing at Tek's sockless feet while he thinks of a good way to answer.]

There's nothing I can't figure out how to make. If you can somehow do better, I guess I'd have to kill you.

[he frowns a little, but just on the one side.]

No, that's a distasteful joke. I'd be very angry, though. I don't appreciate people trying to undermine my life's work; I hope you understand.