The jerk certainly seems to do its job, or at least makes the rapid fire thoughts stutter. There's some distinct displeasure, but Psii lets it happen. Disgruntled, he curls up a bit more around his kismesis- like an animal making a claim. {Look at that, iit'2 almo2t liike you're not a 2poiiled faiiry priince, makiing 2en2iible demand2.}