He's absolutely charmed by the tiny creature and she clearly knows when she's got someone wrapped around her paws. He lets himself be directed to where she wants more pets or skritches with a gently indulgent expression, a soft, sweet counterpoint to the seriousness of the his life view which, while possibly better than fretting is clearly fairly fatalistic all the same.

He laughs at the light teasing, freer than he has in some time,

"I'll not try to deny it. If I don't have enough stories for at least ten men by the time I finally rest in Halone's halls, my sister will likely box my ears for it. I've little love to rushing into danger, but adventure? Well, I could hardly say no."