Dylas doesn't see a problem with picking things off the floor, but being as tall and distorted as he is, it's not very easy to subtly pick something up. He squats, picks it up between two long fingers, and then stands back up to his full height. She did have her attention focused elsewhere and, his job intact, Dylas didn't make a sound when he did grab it.

"Bad monsters, huh. You...have my condolences, ma'am."

Dylas couldn't sound awkward or fidget more if he tried at hearing the word monster used by someone like her toward someone other than himself and Midna. It actually felt kind of good, that she considered the pair of them normal. He likes her.

"Midna, why don't you tell her there's nothing to worry about with you here."

He doesn't want to do it himself, being nice is hard for him.