Apparation was almost always a disorienting affair but Montys wits returned. He appreciated the corpse being pushed off of him and he couldn't help but snort as Ishmael flipped the corpse over. He would get rid of it using his usual methods, he idly thought.

For now, he had more important things on his mind. He smiled slightly as Ishmael tucked his head in on his shoulder. "Oh, do I?" He asked in jest as Ishmael informed him that he slept. His smile broadened as Ishmael told him that he would dream of him if he were to sleep. "I dream about a lot of things - often times you." And having galleons, loads and loads of galleons. And gems. So much, he could swim in it all if it wouldn't be rather uncomfortable.