Well, now he's just tired as hell. He guesses spewing up that much laser and having an enormous leech suck on his legs has taken a lot out of him. Once he's thunked down next to the human, it's all too tempting to rest and fall asleep right then and there - until the thought that he can't occurs to him, very disappointingly.

He cracks open an eye, and speaks without moving his jaw - uncomfortably, as if this form isn't well suited to it.

"Tell me if you see more," he says, otherwise ignoring the question. He's about done for the night, he can tell. That angry blanket had done something to his bones, and along with the work he'd done earlier, he's spent. Stamina was always his problem, wasn't it?

He doesn't ask Greg if he's okay, yet. The fact that he's still up and talking seems to imply that he is.