Connor blinks at her, and there, finally, is the raspy chuckle she was going for. "I'm on the tall side, I guess, but there's lots of men bigger than me. I'm a good runner but I'm not strong." That's not technically true, because he's a little stronger than he looks. His presence, though, after several centuries and hundreds of quickenings, can be enough to fill any room.

He leads the way to the kitchen and starts pulling things together, directing her to do easy things like chopping and mixing.