"As does a sailor, and a man without lands. Ye don't garner close companions, but rather ones ye trust and ones ye don't and never really know fer certain which group is which."

He slipped a hand behind her neck. "And if I do somethin t'hurt ye, Zelda, ye've only t'tell me, or slap me with m'full permission t'do so, and without me thinkin yer rude." Because it seemed the perfect thing, he leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose.