"Aye. I'll not be doing the dance of the seven kilts for anyone, thank you."

As long as she didn't stand underneath him while they were standing on a ladder, everything would be just fine - at least as far as he was concerned. His own lips curled up into a smile, although his was a little more on the wry side in response to that laugh. That part of things didn't last long, however, and a rather warmer smile replaced the wry one in short order.

"Know what I'd not mind doing, though? Getting a bite to eat at the tavern. Think you'd be interested in coming along, or would you rather stay up here?"

(ooc: we can also fade things out here if you want? Although we can keep going too, whichever works for you.)