(OOC: Fortunately, after that last meal, he now has Artificer Knowledge on crack!)
*Aethelus examines the little fae sprite-clank, looking it over and moving around quickly to glance at every angle, every length, every curve...checking the aerodynamic fluidity vectors and the diophantine energy matrices and everything else. He reaches forward to poke it--was it an it, or maybe a him or a her? it looks vaguely female now that he thinks of it, but as a construct, that would be no moreso than a Warforged might say it was female--to test the consistency of ir'Young's modulus on the stress/strain relationship of the tensile plasticity-elasticity factor of the material, but as he does so, it (she?) raises an eyebrow and speaks:*
"Hey! What was that for, boss?"