There are a few things he thinks of saying. 'Correct,' for example. Or 'Cybertron does not have paper products.' But he realizes that both these things would be inadequate deceptions, which is irrelevant when lying makes him uncomfortable in the first place.

"One might...say that I..." he trails off, staring at her. He looks away. "...am not familiar with human customs." Fuck. "I mean, this city's customs." Wait. "Books."