“Snakey? Wormey? Squiggly-boi? Sir Noodle? Limp dick?” He suddenly had a cheeky grin on his face.

“Anya would definitely kill me if she found out that I called it Limp dick. Perhaps most people would.” he chuckled, “That’s probably a bigger offence than what being a necromancer is.”

A part of him wanted to call it ‘Mr. Wiggle’ but he decided he should actually give it a decent name this time.