Avon nodded slowly, lower lip held between his teeth. "If it is truly what you want," he said.

"That box of hyper-intelligent fairy lights couldn't hold a candle to Roj," he murmured. "Still, I suppose we might suggest it to him..." it caused him a certain discomfort to think that Orac would almost certainly have the appropriate personality for an exploratory vessel.

He smiled a little, distractedly, at the word 'cretin', offering Data a mostly unapologetic shrug.