Ewan considers protesting that he's being perfectly cheerful already, but Sansa's clearly no Chantry sister, about to rat him out for that moral failing.

"...Yes." He agrees, after a moment's deliberation. Then: "Please."

As if imparting a great secret, he looks both ways over his shoulders, before whispering.

"My name's Ewan. But you can call me Protagonist."

It's clear from his pronunciation that he's heard the word elsewhere, and perhaps isn't entirely clear what it means. His skinny chest puffs out, only to end abruptly in a rattling cough.