[He is somewhat receptive to being pried off, at least... physically, he's not that strong, so there's only so much he can do to resist their efforts without allowing himself to be injured. Of course, this also means that he can transition straight to clinging to their arm once they start removing him from the leg—]

"Don't have anything"... kukuku, then what's this, I wonder? [sorry he's such a persistent shit, turing, he's just gonna cling to their hand while staring up with the most obnoxious grin] I'll "have" whatever I want. Ah, but don't worry—rare specimens should be treated with respect. I won't break a toy that I can't easily replace...

[can't replace yet—but those words are left unsaid. not until he can bend time to his will once more.

Still... he pauses, relaxing enough to perhaps allow Turing to free themselves for real this time. He doesn't try to cling to them again, instead remaining where he is on the floor and continuing to make no effort to stand up. He's fine down here. The view is still nice.]

You're something... new. It's been a long time since I've seen anything new that I liked. [curiosity tinged with awe, the loneliness of someone who's seen everything too many times... he can't hide the emotion that he feels, seeing a completely new machine lifeform for the first time.]