Oh, he doesn't. He's used to being crawled all over now that he's got his salamanders, the little guys sleeping in his hair probably. He looses track of them but they're usually around. He'll wiggle a tentacle with his finger and say a soft thanks back.

"Well. I know Vinny mentioned it on the network, but I was hoping maybe you could give me an advance on my next port allowance?" He knows it's not really that but it's fun to call it that. "I have a friend that I'm sure could turn around a big ass bag of gems easy and I have some...thoughts about what I'm gonna try and do when I get home. If that's too much though, that's also cool."