Internally Miller wonders whether that means he's gotten more fun, or whether this man is intolerably stressful. But then Deacon continues talking and he doesn't worry about it anymore.

"No. Rinzler is more controlled than he's given credit for. What they did, though. They just convinced him he's not allowed to have a will of his own. That it's all he is.

"Being a human... a user, I don't think I could convince him otherwise. But I can see why you were afraid." Especially having seen the carnage. He considered the gun he just took again. Maybe he could have it fixed up when he got back, give it to Deacon. Miller probably was more sentimental than he was, but it would be a nice gesture he reckoned.

"Rinzler reminds me of the things that took my arm, my leg. That bitch on motherbase, infected with a disease, sent to kill us. Decided not to for whatever reason." Possessed with the shameful desire to hop on the Boss's dick, as many people were unfortunately afflicted with. "But one of the first things he did was express curiosity. Didn't threaten me. He just wanted to know about things."