"I don't believe shotguns are necessary, Tony, nor is any other method of violence."

Half of that doesn't make sense to Daneel. Shotguns and capital-lettered-talks have no relevance to anything, so far as he can see. He sits down opposite Tony, folding his hands in his lap.

"It is Ned, in fact. I offered myself sexually to him while I was human, and he accepted. In the aftermath, we have grown very close." He's uncertain about all of this, even as to whether 'romantic' is the right word to describe any of it. Ned is his friend, but the physical side of things does go beyond what most cultures accept as 'friendly.' "I am not sure that this is wise, but it makes him so happy that I try."