"I only meant for you to take reprieve for a little while," he grumbles-- arms still folded, back still hunched. "Are you expecting me to have you latch onto me for the rest of our stay on this miserable planet? Pah, I feel like I can barely stay cool enough as is!" And, truly, his microweave was flowing over his body very quickly, a warning that he was in dangerous territory, that it was working overtime to keep him from beginning to melt. At least all the bright rays of the sun were providing it with ample power to do so; his species' engineers truly were brilliant ones...

"Do what you will, human. I have made my offer and you spurned it."