Checking his hand over to make sure the kneazle hadn't done too much damage to it, Luag chuckled as he pulled out a handkerchief to wrap around his hand for now.
"Well, Ah like him at least," he said with a shrug. "He's got 'nough fire ta last out on the farm. The dogs willnae be pushin' him 'round any." He cleared his throat as his cheeks tinged pink again. "An' he seems ta like Nate. Although we'll be havin' quite the pissin' contest if he decides ta be that possessive 'bout everythin' that smells like Nate."