All right, but you'd better not shout at me the second I look.

[He's half-joking, half expecting her to shout anyway, but he'll stop pointedly looking away in order to start searching, starting with a cursory scan of the floor of the room. If he were a chubby mouse, where would he go...? Under the bed, maybe? He'll kneel down and peek under it, but no joy.]

Mort, come out and I can give you this delicious pomegranate I found! [Which he doesn't have, but bribery always works on large animals, it'll totally work here. Maybe. He thinks.]