Avon lay on his side, head propped on one hand, looking down at Data. "Leaving," he said, after a moment, "is a prospect that hadn't occured to me. How odd. If you wanted to, you know I wouldn't hold it against you. Provided you took me with you, of course," he added, with a crooked little smile.

He tapped his fingers lightly against Data's chest. "The only thing I care about is that you make the decision that is best for you. Other people's safety and well-being mean relatively little to me, you know. You probably disapprove of that attitude, but it's true. I can't help it. I'm a one-android man." He smiled more naturally, hoping to lighten the mood just a little. "Well, I suppose I wouldn't actually let Vila and Dayna die in flames if I could help it. Tarrant can take his chances." Gallows-humour: Avon's specialty.