He nods. Millitime, ever-convenient, does a quick loop so he's already talked to Karkat by now.

"Of course." He folds his arms secure against his chest, as if to still that tumult. After a moment, he even manages the smallest of smiles. "What's his name?"

A beat.

He can only push it to half a joke: "And no horns, no fangs, all his fingers and toes?"