He knew he shouldn't ask. He couldn't have cared less, to be entirely honest, and these two were both irritating, a roadbump (...curious. How did he know what word?), and somewhat confusing besides. He should have just ignored it and moved on, but in the end his eyes flicked to the pink peacock and he found himself asking:

"Like what?" He asked, because he genuinely did not know. "What are you checking? What for?"

He cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his arms. "If you must know, it is because I've seen more damage to this house over the last few days than it has probably endured in a century. There is a very good chance I'll be set aflame, or crushed, or stolen without my knowledge."