Dude, that locket poke has been the first time I've heard a peek from you in ages. You have a stupid bird that craps all over the place and shrieks bloody murder and you can't use it to get a hold of me? Or one of your giant pony wolves? Like... anything? I'm supposed to just know you want to talk to me?

Hold on, let me work on my psychic mind reading powers.

[He closed his eyes and held his hand out, like he was scanning Jon.]

My name is Jon. I'm too uptight and I don't know anything...