[Really it's more like sitting on someone's chest. Sure, his human torso might look outwardly normal, but there's nothing in there except esophagus and bones. Everything important is housed in the snaky coils Marco's sitting on. If he pays real close attention he might even feel them expand and contract along with Fiddleford's bigger functional lung -- the one that is now as long as he used to be tall.

Snakes are weird. He doesn't seem to think much of it anyway; if he did he wouldn't have offered, or at least that's what he tells himself. His eyes are only for that phone, and they light up when Marco unlocks it. It's like magic, almost, though he's smart enough to instinctively parse what he's seeing. Just because he's never encountered anything like this doesn't mean someone of his intellect can't intuit it when it's right in front of them. He reaches out (careful with his claws) and swipes the pad of one finger across the screen the way he saw Marco do. One set of icons is exchanged for another.]

Wow. This is -- Marco, this is incredible! Touch-operated? How can it tell? No, no, let me -- it's somethin' to do with electric charge, isn't it? Skin conducts electricity, it senses the input and somehow calculates where on the screen that input is happenin' via where the change in charge occurred? So if I --

[He takes off his glasses and the taps the screen gently with the end of one of the earpieces. Nothing happens.]

Ah!