He laughs, something surprised and a little genuine. She occasionally delights him with how aware she really is--and he appreciates that, despite how it could end up detrimental.

"I'll try to be as little trouble as possible," he assures her with a warmer (more invested) tone, "Shall we skip the formalities, then?"

He doesn't really give her much choice, though. A moment later he's taken a seat next to her, light despite his size. His fingers are loosely laced over his knee crossed over his leg; he's mirroring her, if only in neatness.