Smile and chin boop. "Unless you're otherwise engaged. I'd understand."

"But I like you!"

"In that case--" usually he smiles to hide his fangs, but right now calls for showing them. 

Cayden kisses him. "Be back in a little bit."

Shoulder pat. "Go do your work of being our glorious leader."

He wanders off in the direction of Karlach to do glorious leading. 

Karlach is assisting with making dinner.

...Her attempts to cut vegetables are pre cooking them a little.

"Hey," he says quietly. "Tell me to fuck off if you want to, but-- I thought I'd ask if you needed someone to talk to about it."

"About the Hells? The tadpole? Getting hunted down?" Awkward look at Wyll. "No hard feelings about that, though."

"I dunno. Anything you want to, I guess."

"I appreciate the offer. I'm just soaking it all in.  The trees, the grass-- I spent most of my life in the city, but still. Don't know what you're missing till you lose it, but sometimes you get it back."

"I'd give you some of my offplanet whiskey but I just gave the last of it to Wyll. He seemed in need of it."

"Sorry about that." Poke poke poke.

She smiles.  "I wouldn't even want it. Give me that Sword Coast rotgut any day."

"Well, you're in luck."

"Once we've sorted this all out, I'm going to have to drag you to the Blushing Mermaid. You'll love it."

"Sounds like it. What's there?"

"Finest purveyors of rotgut in the Gate. Well. Not the finest. You know what I mean. 

Finest purveyors of sailors to fight, too, if that's more your speed."

"I don't try to get into fights. Fights happen on their own around me."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"Sometimes a person takes offense at my luck at cards, and is that my fault?"

"And then one things leads to another and they're through a window."

"Well. Mostly I just dodge in those cases. The window is more for men whose hands go places they shouldn't."

"Careful. Keep saying things like that, and I might start thinking you're a good bloke."

"I do my best."