"Suppose that's possible," He allows, because who's to say? He stops hopping around like an idiot, and steps closer to it, tilting his head. "Too bad they can't speak, huh? Proper words, at least. I suppose the vocal chords are all rotted out. They're right in here--" He gestures with a finger to his own throat. "--And they're pretty soft tissue. So. They don't stick around too long."

He puts his hands up his hips, still studying the corpse. "Maybe they could gesture to show which ones they like. One nod for adventure, two for smut, three for the Chant."