[He looks over at the one he'd dubbed 'Squinty', because of the way it kept looking at him through slitted eyes like it was judging every little thing he did. He shrugged and moved over to pick up a goblet and pour her some of the juice they'd brought, having gotten that down off the bat. No wine or beer or alcoholic anything when he was working in here. That was just an accident waiting to happen.]

I'd be creeped out if I woke up with them in my room. The little ones tend to stay there instead, the, uh, the pixie things?

[That had been embarrassing, since he was pretty sure most of them were female and he had to get dressed, okay? He'd managed to start doing it under his blankets somehow, only coming out with his pants on backwards once in a while.]

These ones, they're the ones that are usually down in the kitchens. Or, this one is, anyway. Squinty here decided to make it his... or her business to make sure I actually ate, so... I don't really know how they delegate things like that. But it's not like they stick around long.

[True to what he said, the house elf stayed only long enough to pick up the vestiges of the last meal he'd eaten in there before leaving, closing the door behind themselves.]