Accepting the feel and the tail-whack with good grace, he pauses at the stairs as he's leaving, turning back towards Cyria and Sasara. "Teasing? Joking? Direly serious, all of it!" He chuckles. "Besides, I've often felt that a good underofficer should know his people as closely and as intimately as possible- all in the name of unit cohesion, of course!" Watching the naga and spider with a grin, he watches as the hand reaches Cyria's abdomen, and quirks up an eyebrow. "Count me in, in whichever sense you want to take that. I've always liked the feel of silk- clothes... cocoons...<span style="font-style: italic">neckwear?</span>" He laughs. "It'll be fun, however if we want this to be happening in a comfortable, warm inn room with plenty of drink and food- non squirming food, at least- available instead of a cold and chilly tent, we should get moving to make the nearest town by nightfall." With that, he heads back up.