[The second she breaks, he is muffling his own laughter into his hands. It feels strange to laugh so hard, relieving and guilty all at once. He knows he shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't be allowed to have it, but god does he need it. It feels like a release inside of him, some dam opening up and spilling out of him.

Gwen's laughter is contagious and his own continues for a while longer.

Eventually he manages to get a hold of himself (after a glance at Carpe Diem's new name tag sent him into a new round of chuckles) and wipe at the tears of mirth that had sprung to his eyes. He feels wrung out after laughing for so long and there's a strange feeling settling in his chest that he tries not to look at.]

I'll need to display him somewhere now. A place of prominence. I can't imagine there are many opportunities to fight when we're not out on missions, right? [He'd listened to the spiel but there are still many things unknown to him.]