[he wrinkles his nose. and sways, slightly, grabbing the counter. hrrr.]

It likely sleeps somewhere. Not where I've ever seen it do it. [...] I would prefer you don't try to touch the thing attached to me while I'm sleeping.

You're not going to get close to it while it's aware. I'll tell you that much. It will pick to come to you, if it's going to, but considering what I've seen lately, it's getting angry that you're all looking at it closely.

Not to stop. Just so you know.