[Oh, maybe he isn't so humorless. She laughs, always happy not to take something seriously, and starts off down the alley toward the main street. She's not eager to wait around when the snake might eventually get through and over the barrier they'd crossed.]

I'll remember that-- I wouldn't want to make your matespur-thing unhappy, either. Sounds scary and potentially lethal.

So, time for those pleasantries now, I suppose?