"Oh, hmm. Let me take a gander."

He looks around, a bit passive, like someone who is just trying to enjoy sunbathing. Whistling, he glances back down at Willow with all of the personality of an alley cat spying on passer-bys. "Goodness... Looks a little never-ending, sorry. But that's just how dreams tend to be, right? Feeling like they never stop, until you finally wake up."

He shrugs, lips thin. Is he telling the truth? Maybe. Maybe not.

"Is this a typical sight for you? Endless hedges?"