[He won't mind the affection in the least. Being so terribly nearsighted, touch was his next favorite sense, and it made his life and job so much easier when hands on was the preferred method.]

Oh no, not at all, milord. But now that you mention it, I may try it just for the sake of doing so. It sounds terrible. [The grin said he might be entirely serious about that. Maybe he'd find a way. There had to be one!]

[Instead of looking into that right off, he turned instead to the skeleton and stood from his chair to gather the prop up and move him back to his place in the living room.] So he will, then. Not much of a talker when it comes to himself, or an eater, I've noticed. I suppose it will have to be one of life's great mysteries.