[The odd accent draws an unexpected, half-open smile out of him. He's not in control of his face, it just happens, it just comes out in response to her; she has that power over him.]

Aranea? A friend. She helped me out of that place in Niflheim, you'd like her. Biggs and Wedge, her guys, they talk like...

[He thinks about it, gathering his memories, and his hands rise unbidden to her arms, just to stay there. For contact. And then he breaks out the Cockney.]

Oi! Wotchu pokin' about here for, then, eh? 'Avin' a lark in the swamp, are you?

[It's terrible. He's terrible.]