Trent happily took a hold of the offered hand, clasping it in his own and being mindful of the fact she was a dragon and he'd already had one try to do him in over a threat to their precious things so he wasn't about to make it a thing that happened to him. "Makes sense," he affirmed with a nod of his head. "Keep the important things close, best way to make sure they get taken care of right."
He let his touch wander, feeling out the rings and noting the patterns as well as the littering of gemstones.
"I ain't got that much I worry about," he offered because he didn't, Trent was the least materialistic person you could hope to meet, mostly because he didn't assign value to things. People yes, things? No.
Trent chuckled and smirked. "Careful, you keep bein' this nice an' you ain't ever gettin' rid of me."