It was unsurprising that Buck found the whole thing funny, that was the desired effect after all. Laughter, amusement, even if it was at his own expense. That was just what it was, he did have a grand collection of stories from his past that could put to doubt the common reputation of elves as graceful, beautiful and wise. Then again, the Silvan elves were always more on the wild side, and it was them he grew up around. Plenty of what and how they were rubbed off on him.

Playful ribbing met playful ribbing, however, and Legolas could only shake his head in well feigned disappointment.

"I fear I have my hands full with you, already," on the counter, he slid his glass over for another shot, "No time for more little ones to look after."

He matched that near seriousness, that genuine contemplation of the suggestion and the saddened rejection for his fate was sealed already. And yet, also, he did not seem to mind this fate. He did not complain, he did not seem put upon.