Kell blinked at her, slow and possibly just this side of sleepy still, before grinning as he placed her accent. He hadn't heard it, not in any great quantity anyway, in years. And as long as she didn't ask about the slightly dopey look, he didn't see much need to hide it. Ceddon take it, her attempt at the accent sounded like the streets of Castyll, and he was just tired enough - relaxed enough - to take the nostalgia in stride. "I dunno. Aim well enough, they can fly pretty well," Is all he said about the matter though.
"I don't know about that. Things don't need to be shiny to be interesting." He shrugged, refusing to be embarrassed as she poked through the collection on the dresser. Again, if she wanted pieces, she could have it - he could always get more, and he saw no reason to take any kind of shame from having an interest in pretty little things. (Though he did roll his eyes as he saw her indeed pocketing one of the buttons.) "What changed your mind then?" He asked, stretching out with a yawn, only to pause and slouch back down as she invaded his space. He raised an eyebrow at the cheek kiss, but made no move to stop her. Apparently casually being in his space was just going to be a thing with her, and he honestly couldn't think of a reason to stop her. Arsenic and knife threats aside...well, he'd heard worse. And, he figured, if he ever pushed her to that point he'd probably deserve it at that point, either for letting her get that close in the first place or for being a right brat.
"Well, yes. As one tends to be with friends." Not that he sounded too put out about causing any kind of trouble for him - it didn't sound like anything that'd put Cal out anyway. At least not directly. If it had, he'd be asking for a little more incentive, but, as it was, should be fine.