You know that real specific mindreading doesn't make it make any more sense, right?

Little floating ones, look like a cross between a balloon and a piggy bank. Never blink. Creepy little bastards. Mona? Munna? Something like that. Every time I let the thing out of its ball, I turn my back for one second and it floats away somewhere and doesn't come back til morning.

And the little bastard chews on my head.

[The compliment surprises the scowl off his face and makes him straighten his shoulders.] Likewise.