Mostly one to wander alone himself, he doesn't go out of his way to gather company but also doesn't mind it when someone crosses his path and decides to linger. He knows the guy, he's generally helpful, and not a horrible conversationalist in the least.

He's not much for nature walks and braving the wilds but he's also naturally curious and adventurous at heart. Even at the risk of being creepily stared down by owls(?), it's still worth it in the end. Still, it's one hell of a creepy beast, nothing like he's ever seen and it definitely puts him on edge enough to mind the location of his saber. He snorts softly. Quietly pouring himself a drink from one of the many bottles of whisky he was gifted.

"I suppose you could. Just try not to hog all the fun for yourself."