Dreams in a ball? Jing seemed to believe it. In such a strange situation, it was easiest to accept that reality was what it appeared to be. So apparently, that is what it was. "It sounds like a fine prize for the King of Bandits." He hesitated, not sure if Jing was asking why he floating, or what was making him float. He was grateful his suspensors were firmly strapped on, and that Jing wasn't likely to go hunting under his robes for them. Not that he'd mind that part- but he did require them to support his mass. "I'm floating because walking is a chore." It seemed a better answer than mentioning the suspensors, although he doubted their presence under his robe would have escaped a keen-eyed thief's notice.