Well, that's a pretty sure sign then. He may still pull a Dread Pirate Roberts on him, but he doubts he'd go to that much effort for one, dumb kid. Wait, he's not dumb. He's great.

Whatever.

He reaches for a fish with an appreciative nod, sniffing it before he takes a bite. He works on that for a moment before it occurs to him that he should say his own name. "Dave." A pause, that sounds much less impressive than Thongrill. "Strider." He adds. "Lava is my game. Snow is the opposite of anything I want to deal with."