[Oh, okay. Now he says it Gnome catches the meaning out of it, whether or not the words actually make sense. Broken in a can't-be-fixed sort of way, but mostly functioning anyway.]

I s'pose I could send you back up, since you brought me something so nice.

[There's a sort of a grin that looks unearthly on his furry face. Gnome tosses the blue stone into the air, admiring it, and catches it again.]

And you're one of mine, and you have manners.

[These are ticked off on his claws, each equally important.]

Where're you aiming?