My honor? I'm not exactly a shrinking violet that can't handle you. You're a sweet man and I'm a shameless bastard, it should be the other way around.

[ He plays with Fjord's hair while eating, running his free hand through it with a fondness that frightens him a little. They were friends, he wasn't about to ruin that by being a shitty person with commitment problems.

He had to trust that Fjord meant it when he said he only wanted what Molly could give. (What could he give?)

There's a smirk as the half-orc complains and he continues his petting. ] I'll wake you in one, I'm pretty sure the others want to at least see our faces today.