Molly laughs, following after her as she tries to move from his hand, flicking at those jingling bells. It is such a lovely sound, much like Jester's laughter.

"If I bribe you?" A grin spreads across his face, head cocked to the side. He sees what she is doing, of course he does, exactly what he would do were their positions switched. Lovely, adorable, troublesome Jester. Oh, he could just kiss her for the joy she brings him. He falls into step so easily, as though nothing terrible ever happened on that snow dusted road, as though there isn't an extra scar decorating his chest.

"My dear, whatever would I bribe you with? I have run dry of pastries since the last time you visited me in the night." He shifts, adjusting his weight, and hopping from one section of the stone to another. A hand dips into a pocket on his coat, pulling free his tarot cards. "I could give you another reading? Otherwise I'm afraid I have little more than my charms, wit, and stunning good looks left to me."