He watches Monkling, oddly touched by her description of him.  He tugs as his own button up as a reflex to Monk straightening her own clothes. He nods, looking a little shamefaced. "Yeah, I always have. It's just a thing I have in my head. And Monkling is the most honorable person I know. She's agreed, so it's set." He smiles, walking the familiar path toward Monkling's place. He walks a little ahead, occasionally peeking back at the girls as they walk.