[There is no way he's going to ever not jump at the sudden echo of a voice in his head. But there's a sense of relief at the now familiar voice of his idealistic warden. Which is why he's really just making a face gathering his thoughts together in order to think back a quick:]
You know, sugarplum, you keep getting inside me like this, people will get jealous.
[Telepathy]
You know, sugarplum, you keep getting inside me like this, people will get jealous.