Nothing goes awry. His arm is too big for something this small to fall out of it, surely. And he doesn't struggle or protest—he isn't really bothered. Still, when he lowers his head down to look her in the face, he refuses to look too charmed yet. Or he tries. His mouth does twitch, involuntarily.

"No teeth," he tells her, like it's a personal failing and he expect better next time. "How many toes?"