I'm not the one who can barely keep my mouth shut long enough to chew. [He gives him a flat look, though there's a bit of obvious yearning as he takes a bite of his cake. Luckily, there's more in the kitchen-- which Bro will find if he gets down there.

Murdoc steps around him so he can effectively block his path to the kitchen, peering around to see if he can spot a house elf.]

Why don't you just get an elf to fetch you one? [He asks ever so innocently.]

That's an awful name. [Just shaking his head at you, Bro.] He needs something more sophisticated... I suppose he's french, isn't he? How about Napoleon? [Only he's totally not asking Bro, he's asking the dog.]