"If they inspire you, I'm hardly one to stand in your way." Mild, but still congenial. A little rusty, maybe, like it's been a while since he's been out talking to anyone.

He hides a small smile by taking a sip of coffee at her reaffirmed declaration. The look he gives her says he's assuming all kinds of wild stories, there, but doesn't ask. (Yet.) ... And, all right, he glances around for where he's supposed to sit down for this - fountain edge, railing? He's easy (not like that - okay... like that, but it just means he's fine sitting wherever), and this woman's company is comfortable enough that he doesn't feel like bolting immediately. Might as well.