The first thing that sprung to mind was Bambi, and then Disney, and then that perhaps Snow White had been based off Legolas. The idea was enough to make Buck snort, but he kept the mental image to himself, not feeling up to the challenge of describing the image of Legolas having his hair braided by a menagerie of woodland animals. No words could describe what he saw, with animals chirping and singing around Legolas as he sat in a verdant meadow in a similarly colored dress.

"No cats? Quel dommage." A corner of his mouth turned up in a grin, before turning his attention back to the bottle. "And I'd have guessed you were always a smooth talker." Smooth was an understatement. Legolas could have talked his way through an enemy garrison without trouble, and Buck had fallen for Legolas' ruse enough to know exactly how it went. A useful skill, certainly one he admired, but dangerous to those unaware. "Silver-tongued, and patron saint of the innocent and downtrod. No wonder you take to recruits so easily."

It was nothing more than good natured teasing, but it was how Buck saw things. The others spent a good deal of time smoking the recruits like they were back at selection, yelling at them at all hours of the day with an almost sadistic glee. At the complete opposite end of the spectrum, Buck tended to ignore them until he was forced to acknowledge them. "Will you adopt ours as well? They may object to bathing together, but with enough convincing..." He shrugged, as if actually considering it.