[He likes to hear that.]

Aaah, I suppose! There is a non-zero chance I can't actually play the game. [he can't make a fist and his arms are heavily shrouded in soft feathers.] Or that you'll I don't know be distracted by pulsing back the ancient elvish obsession with toymaking on the big day. We'll just have to see.

You could try! I don't think her brand of comfort is something to do in public, though.