[He nods. Getting right to the point. Hitoya can respect that.]

First I'll need to get a good image of what you want to use to replace this dream.

[Reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket, he pulls out a fairly ordinary looking microphone and carefully sets it in front of Tsuna, nodding toward it.]

It doesn't look like much but that thing is connected to my magic. If you speak into, I should be able to imagine what you're describing.