He was getting praise from Wheatley. And no, there was no loop that spun back to him, no ego centric self praise, just him praising Chelldon like he had actually done something amazing. It didn't take a genius to see the issue here because no long ago he took down the turrets, bled everywhere and didn't even get a single compliment!

Now he was being fondled for spraying some perfume. One might even say that Wheatley was high but he didn't know how that could even work.

Exhaling loudly, he gave the man a pointed look.

"Were you better than me?" There we go, a simple test to see what was what right now. "Smart Wheatley."