"Like this?" He gave her a toothy grin, knowing that wasn't at all what she meant. Bearing his teeth had a lot more bite behind it when Murasame was bound to him, and he to it. It was yet another adaptation he was making here. Survive. Make it back. Don't die. I don't want to be alone.

"It's nice to meet you, Marilaine-chan." A bit of an impish statement on his part; truly, what a maverick. (Or brat. Mostly, it's the brat.) His face falls back into a more serious countenance, shifting the bucket at his side. "I hope you find a path here that's worth walking. However often you need to bare your teeth to keep your feet planted there."