"Gladly."

She's let loose to roam free, and he moves to find a proper place to take up seating for himself— sprawled out languid and lean in whatever space he finds. Still formal, perhaps, but only just, and it paints the image of someone more inclined to trouble rather than fortunate favor.

He's in good company, he'd argue. He can spare a little truth.

And there, content in that much, he fixes his attention on Bastien.