He makes a small but profoundly irritating smug hum, his lips stretching in a grin. That's more like it.

"Whatever shall I do at such cruel refusal? Here I thought to shower you with flowers! Picked by myself, worry you not, not bought ones." Hythlodaeus chuckles, patting his friend's hair again. What a good thing that he is so easy to embarrass and annoy.

"Let us go home, Agesandros. Before I make you dance here with me."

As if readying to execute his threat, he shifts his hold on the man, one arm around his waist, the other hand on his shoulder.