And much as one might expect when they are being entwined by a metaphorical serpent of great danger, he does nothing more than act as a statue. He does let out a long, low whine though; much like a metaphorical little scared puppy dog, the kind that most people just want to squeeze and cuddle and give treats to.<br/><br/>He maintained his tenseness throughout the display she made, though he did feel rather uncomfortable with her getting all up into his personal space, and staying there for far too long. But, perhaps their was a threat of something out there; he doesn't know, this Hell place is all so new to him.<br/><br/>But, when the punch line of this little farce is deliver, his response is to laugh. A pure, unbridled, unadulterated laughter, that sounded vaguely like forest birds chirping a merry little song. Their were melodious qualities to his laughter, and it would be easy to understand certain people becoming enamored with the musical sound.<br/><br/>"I like you! You have good pranks." He says with a firm nod of his head, and he then continues to strut forward, humming a little diddy to himself. He was so certain that this was all fun and games, because of how she drew the whole thing out; if he had known she truly wanted him to be quiet, he would have complied.