Jake blushed slightly, ducking his head. Callah speech could come and go, but apparently some parts of his vocabulary were permanently altered. Just as he knew he would never beg pardon, but cry pardon instead. "It's an honorific. Like ma'am or sir."
"Am! Ir!" Oy was in a talkative mood, it seemed. He stretched out his neck towards the monkey, trying to sniff at it. "Oy!" he said again, and dropped his head in what could only have been a bow. "Oy!"
Jake took the hint. "Does your monkey have a name?" he asked.