It's a low chuckle, throaty and easy, that sees him finally reaching up to tug at the edge of one ruffled cuff once she tucks away that blade of hers— certain he won't be skewered for the gesture, now. After all, he isn't in any rush to test out what might be the death of him here, now that sunlight and water are off the table. "You'll have to forgive me, of course. I'm not used to entertaining in the dead of night, when everyone else is usually fast asleep. It makes for poor etiquette, I know."

"Still, it does beg the question of why you're skulking around in the dark."