Mmmn, level the playing field, I see what you're saying, [He says it absently, carefully unhooking the charm from his throat and placing it in a coil of his tail to set it aside, much less careful and delicate with the shirt, though it somehow winds up on the floor without being torn by his horns. The whole thing leads him to sit up on his knees, so he's closer still to Stolas' face when he looks back to him, and smiles a second, looping his arms around his neck.] There, level. Lemme look at you a minute, and then you can lay back.