That perfectly textbook answer gives Myr the moment he needs to recover his mental footing-- And the noise he makes at change is hard for humans is surprisingly understanding; yeah, you can say that again. Didn't make the methods any more accept--

Andraste riding her fucking horse backward into the Void. Of course it could do that, but it hadn't been so blatant about picking thoughts out of his head until now. Nasty shock--pay more attention, Myrobalan.

He leans back to distance himself from the SQUIP, willing the fur on his spine to flatten. His tone is maybe slightly sullen: "You know I have."

Maybe this won't go exactly the way he expects it to. He's not hopeful.