Vlaardi frowned. "Exactly the image of Olhal. 'Aww, look at it!! It's just scared, and lonely, I mean, it wouldn't hurt to just stroke it...'" he recited, doing an uncanny impression of Olhal. "Now, it follows him EVERWHERE. He can't even go to the loo in peace. Whenever he sits down, it bounds into his lap. Even if he does kick it away, it comes back later... You're making a mistake, and I don't know if it's too late or not." Vlaardi said, somehow grumpy.