He needs something that'll smack the song right out of his head. Maybe it's old-fashioned, but his eyes brighten when he thinks about the old myths, though he's not about to shove actual wax up there, not when he spends most of his days trying to make sure his ears stay waxless.

"Do you have something we can jam in my ears? Maybe if they're covered, I won't try and take another mid-day soak," he jests, like this is the sort of thing they can already joke about, despite him nearly drowning a few moments ago.