[pleased, koby turns completely towards goodsir, sitting almost at attention, a clearly military-influenced posture, slipping into the role smoothly, now that he's had time to think it over, turn it around in his head. being commanded, being told what to do feels -- strange, toeing around territory that he usually keeps shut firmly away in his mind. but there's a safety in it being another sailor, someone older, someone koby can easily place his trust in. it's more like following a command from an officer, and that isn't scary at all.]

You did indeed, sir. [it slips out smoothly, brightly.] And I'll have you know I followed your orders to the letter. I'm afraid all I have is my word, but -- but I assure you it's honest. I'm a man of my word, after all.

[from beneath goodsir's gentle petting, lincoln lifts her head, looking between the two, then standing and waddling off to find a book to sit on. she's well-practiced in the art of making herself scarce whenever her human companion is occupied.]