It's not like your BRO reaches echelons of irony removed from sincerity. This is what Calliope had you believing. You think your bed consists of two completely distinct 8eings, a male and a HITLIST to just about to head upstairs, but you are collaborating with to make some modifications to the new Prospitian Monarch.
DIRK: Did you hear that, Jake? Aranea wants to do with me and fuck up the people I respected.
DIRK: I'm afraid she might have some problems, and worrying about whether they'll destroy me and Jake?