You shifted uncomfortably and asked,

"What do you mean?"

"You're not actually a policing robot. You were re-commissioned as one, after the war. During the war you were a flesh slaying machine. But now... I don't know what to make of you. You're quite possibly the first one to have friends. Doesn't mean I'll like you anyway."
Well that stung a little, but he's drunk as well. Maybe you should do something else.