[ Clutching his pearls! He's clutching his imaginary pearls. ]

That easy?! Oh, as I thought, it really is that easy for you to make friends out of monsters. If you don't mind, then, I'm going to hide behind you.

[ Really really, he shuffles behind Fyodor because Gogol knows he had witnessed his earlier aversion and this is a play at that. Moments after slipping in behind Fyodor for "cover" he pokes his head over the man's shoulder to send him a sly grin. ]

That way if you finally find something you can't rationalize with I'll have a front row seat.