It's easy for Balthazar to forget the cameras are there, unfortunately, since he does so few of the things humans seem to need privacy for (sleeping? no. bathroom activity? no. changing clothes? no.)--barring sex, which he has no shame over, anyway. Every now and again, though, he feels watched, and remembers.

"Fighting Nazis?" His head tilts. "I suppose that's good work if you can get it. They're becoming less common where I'm from; can't complain. What year is it, then, where you're from?"