[ Red takes the cloth, but not until Garrus says does he know what to do with it. He murmurs a sound then, picking up one of the pieces, but his eyes are more adjusted on the turian than what he holds in his hands.

There's a pinch inward of his lips. ]

I don't expect my pokémon to do anything. I mean- we each do something for the other, but it's not a job. [ Is it being picky? But it rubs at him wrong, just how his thumb is likely being too stiff on the other side of the cloth with the piece he's supposed to be cleaning to actually wipe it properly. ] A trainer tells a pokémon how to battle, but we work together.

[ But he pauses, casting his eyes down to his hands. Ah. ] ...That's...what you mean. By respect. Giving it proper care.