Once the danger of Magnus shaking off like a wet dog appears to have passed, Taako drifts more in range. There's something like friendly resignation in his bearing, even if his words are still firmly noncommittal. "Your guess is as good as mine. Or, I guess not, huh. My dream, so I should know what's shakin around here."

For a moment there, he forgot, and his mouth twists with the realisation. Taako thinks his subconscious could really stand some lessons in subtlety, which is weird, since he's basically the best at it. "Sometimes there are monsters? If we find any, you can punch 'em. How bout that."