He offered a small, sardonic smile. "Except in my world the assholes actually do. Technically, anyway. They created me in a lab and trained me from birth." He needed to do something with his excess energy, so he stood, unconcerned about his nakedness and went searching for his boxers. "So your suspicions are finally confirmed that I'm not entirely human." He glanced at her, then found his boxers and swiped them from the floor. "We call ourselves transgenics, since we didn't mutate this was, but were made."