He laughed lightly at the turnaround. "Yes, nothing kills correction quite like hypocrisy." The ideal was too singly his to admit any flaws. If those objects, however helpful and however much he enjoyed them, betrayed the ideal, he'd have to get rid of them for the greater good.

Ted was easily led by Koishi, stepping wherever her tentacle guided, giving obeisance to the Moon. He was touched that his fanciful will shaped her. Given that, he couldn't mind shaping in return. "So I've done you good, then? I'm very glad; didn't want things too one-sided. Yes, Koishi, you've always meant my good, whatever you said. Speak freely."