He wriggled his nose in response, pulling a face. "I'm not nice. I'm an asshole. Ask anyone." He was joking, obviously. Despite himself, it was really rather nice to be told he was a good guy. He was usually the one telling Roland that; it had been a remarkably long time since anyone had said that to him in so many words. But he wasn't about to say so.

Instead, he just tweaked her nose right back, grinning, and pulled a stupid face, eyes comically wide and tongue sticking out. "When you say look at you funny, you mean like this?" Then, cross-eyed and with his face screwed up in a parody of concentration. "Or this?" One eyebrow raised, lips pursed, squinting slightly. "Maybe this?"