[Yurick grumbles, his scowl growing more pronounced as he concentrates.]

Yes, but I can't tell how many or what they might be. Definitely not human, that's all I can say.

[He looks about ready to throw something in an uncharacteristic fit of temper. Instead he climbs out of the bed, only to squawk in renewed indignation at the very tight, silky pink boyshorts he's wearing.]

Oh, that's it...!

[Yup, definitely charging a fireball right now.]