Autor dips his head and snorts with rather undignified laughter. It takes him a bit to come up for air.

He'd always felt sorry for Lemia, ever since he'd read the book Mia lent him and learned about the memory torture. Never did he think he'd come to respect the regal woman so much.

Nor did he think she'd make him chortle. He grins at her again and nudges the citrus candies towards her. "That he is."