[There's a slight upward pull at the corner of his mouth as he looks at her. Masquerain asleep in her lap like that...what a warming sight.

Her question, however, gets a raised eyebrow.]

...Well, yeah. Why wouldn't I?

[He settles back against the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. Not quite pouting, but to the untrained eye it might seem as such. At the very least, sulking.]

You've been over often 'nough already, it only makes sense you'd pick up communicatin' with 'em, huh? They understand you fine, it's just a matter of you gettin' them, now.