Even when Connor isn't being an old curmudgeon, he tends to be quiet and sober. He's moody, and unfortunately some of that is just him, and has nothing to do with the more recent trauma.

Right now, his smile is downright goofy, and he's about to give the dog a candybar. He knows better, really. "Good candy. Sparkly glittery candy-" His head tilts a little as he studies her, still grinning, and sways just a little. "Oh! You're already glittery. Have some anyway!" He makes a little move with the hand still holding out his shirt. His coat is hanging open, he's got an entire bowl's worth of candy in the bottom part of his t-shirt, and he's flashing his abs at her.