There was the laugh again, low and rolling and almost tactile, just a little more rare than the occasional, sudden burst of laughter that Ariadne had been so good at getting from him, he'd quipped once that she was the precocious little sister he'd never known he'd wanted.

"Well I'm certainly glad of that." He said, cocking his head in what was almost a shrug, "Should hate to think I'm losing my touch with my roots."