"He's my best friend. And don't worry, there's plenty to tell about him." Bert's smile was fond when he thought on Roland. What was he doing now? Hopefully strangling Broadclock with his bare hands, bu most likely chasing the dream of the Tower.
He finished off his wine and stood as well, grinning.
"Come now! Do I strike you as cruel? I'm more apt to try and sneak a kiss from a pretty girl than tug her hair or call her names." Yes, definitely put him in mind of Aileen.
"Thankee for this," he continued, making another small bow. "From the bottom of my heart. I think I'm going to poke about a bit. See if my guns are lying around here somewhere - I still feel naked without them."