Feeling a hand at his chin brings to mind old, unpleasant memories. For a split second, the Psiioniic stiffens up before he opens his eyes to look at Dualscar. "I'll hold you to that."

A soft chirping noise reminds him of the drone's presence, and the Psiioniic sighs as he looks to the creature. Quietly, he makes a few chirrups in return, gesturing for it to take the oranges and leave. If he looks too spoiled, it might be a bit suspicious.

"When did he thay he would get here?