"Of course," Cylon replies, all upper crust geniality. "Cylon of Pergamon knows full well that life springs its surprises on one with little warning, and that a wise man takes advantage of them when they come."

Is that flattery toward his visitor, yes it is.

"And such a lovely little lady on your arm, I've never seen so fine a creature." He moves his hand as if he is considering offering Kreyu pets. Kreyu's body language shifts to suggest that pets from HIM are going to result in blood loss, so he gives up on that idea quite quickly.