At least Laedo's attempts to bedazzle her entire head are dulled when she scritches his chin and neck. The contact is unfamiliar but very welcome to one who has had very little physical contact. It might be a bit like being babied, but since his sister is nowhere near to sneer at him and use him as an example of her maturity, he'll indulge. His eyes have sunk fully closed by the time she gets to his horns, and Laedo arches his neck back in hopes for more scratching. "No, they're part of me! We all have them, didn't you know?"