~fingers~
He stood there for the second hug, reciprocating it a bit less since it hadn't been planned and he wasn't really expecting it. When she called him pointy he found himself giggling again. That was one he wasn't used to hearing, at least not to his face.
"Hah. Can't help the tallness, and...well, I'm not pointy," he told her, looking over her head to the kitchen. Whisky? How much was even left at this point?
He put a hand to the back of his head, rubbing it back and forth and mussing his hair absently. "Hum. I guess. Why not? Can't be much there now."