He pressed a thumb to his lip for a tick, scrutinising the young girl.

"Hm." He saved himself the effort of exchanging pleasantries with this one, nodding idly to signal his endorsement. "It's a pleasure." I think, he so keenly wished to add. As an alternative, he inclined forward in the chair, resting forearms over his thighs.

The huntsman snorted softly and what she then said, leaning back erratically and folding his arms as though emphasising how short his fuse was today. He'd have to approach this girl with vigilance, it seemed.

"... What question?" Hell, mirror what you receive. See if she liked that.