"Thank you," he nodded and glanced around the garden. The butterflies were useful, they helped pollinate the flowers. Houseflies he couldn't think of any use for, beyond being a nuisance. Unfortunate passengers on this flying rock that he hadn't had time, before departure, to eliminate from his meteoric utopia. Ah, well.
Erik sat down on a bench nearby, continuing his examination of the landscape before he addressed Rogue again. "How are you settling in?" he asked. He hadn't had much occasion to speak with her alone, which he suspected was intentional on her own part. That was fine, his motivation in having her here had been purely a show of power against her mother. If Rogue continued to believe the delusions instilled in her by Regan, then he had no cause to worry about her causing any trouble.