[Ah, he's even smaller on his feet, good to know. Jindosh shuts the panel on the clockwork, watching Paolo with a slight frown. He isn't sure he likes this... display, or whatever Paolo is doing. No, no— he knows he doesn't like it, but it's the look in Paolo's eyes more than his fine layer of dirt or the way he speaks to him.

Hmm. At least he's figured out who he's dealing with.]

Ah ah, my dear little Duke, I am here because I possess the greatest mind Serkonos has ever known, and quite possibly ever will. Sokolov's old mechanisms from the time of the rat plague raised Dunwall out of the gutter, but Karnaca has the advantage of a Grand Inventor with a better flair for... I do apologize, [he isn't sorry at all] this must be boring you.

[You know, because he's a dirty street thug. Jindosh frowns down at him, drumming his fingers on the back of the clockwork where his hand still rests, the louder click of his mechanical finger probably very irritating, so of course he keeps doing it.]

I didn't have to take my title from anyone, in short. And they are clockwork soldiers, not freaks. Marvels of engineering and killing, and I'm sure a man of your station can appreciate the latter.

[He will take his toys and go home if he isn't respected!!]