[Since she cast aside the idea of his visiting upon her world, for fear he would look like a demon, he had presumed such a thing not to be. This inspires excitement. It summons joy. A little laugh bursts from him, that she should offer this thing, what might be small to her, but is huge to him.

Before he completely loses composure, he preforms a deep bow.]

Sister Katherine, it is an honor to claim thee a friend of mine. You are truly good.

[He straightens up, still barely containing himself. Even as he continues.]

I must endeavor to craft you a disguise. My ancestor shall except thine appearances, but other trolls may see to your cull. Upon such a happenstance, the coddling shall make it vastly difficult to commune with thee, as we shall most likely be separated.