It laughs, undulating in ways that human shaped things should not move. "<strong>Bold, bold! Good. You'll need boldness.</strong>" One claw thins and coils in on itself, becoming a little glowing pedestal for the sphere. "<strong>Give it here, and you shall get my aid, once in my fashion, once to be called on.</strong>"<br/><br/>The featureless face manages to give an impression of smiling. "<strong>Does that sound amenable, or would one of my Wills also be needed?</strong>"