WELL, HE LIKES HER ENTHUSIASM. Even if it is abundant. He is surprised that she is still bounding up and down after the dragon that they had just killed. Or, perhaps, he is the weathered one, for it seems only natural since he had been 'pon the vanguard in attacking the damned thing. He rightens himself promptly, staring down its corpse before looking towards her. She is still rather pleased, though he should think most should be in killing a High Dragon, for it was hardly as if it were an easy feat, accomplished by whomever retained such a whim to perform such an action. Yet still, he's laughing with her, for her joy is rather contaigous to him.
A HAND MOVES TO RUFFLER HER HAIR. Grin still alight his lips, he briefly plants a kiss upon the tip of her nose. His breaths were still a tag ragged, though attempting to combat a dragon that was one's size multiplied by four-hundred will oft do said person in.