[If anyone tries to burn you, I burn them. I am a god general. It's so ...random he wants to chuckle but there's something in the boy's manners that reminds him of the parliament. He's at the disadvantage here so instead he extends one big hand to shake it, willing his palm to dry.]

I can do that.

[He rolls back over.] I tried to divide them in piles and color code them...I guess it's for the best we met then. I can point them out to you easier.

[The distrust is real, the set of his big shoulders, the way his hands tremble slightly. Still, the kindness the child - no matter what - showed him was worth a second look.]

...Thank you for not running away screaming. I expected that.