He watches her as he normally does, still, alert, calm. The longer she speaks, the more he understands what she's asking of him. Their discussion at the keep. His offer to help however he can. And she has agreed to pull him into the loop.

(Someone, somewhere, is laughing at the idea of him handling 'personal issues', he's sure of it.)

"Are you offering me an...official position, as your liaison, of sorts?" Or a clerk. That sounds less exciting. "Because I would, of course, be honoured to work alongside you in a greater capacity than I already do. To take care of the business that you might scare away with a disgusted noise and a look," he adds wryly.