Elann's words brought question to Noah's face. He tilted it, looking down at her curiously as she looked up to him in innocence. The pinning was to keep her from tickling him, as it wasn't something he was particularly fond of. He disliked that the reactions, the laugther, was almost purely involuntary, that he couldn't control it. He withstood it with Elann though, knowing it was in play and he liked playing with her in the grand scheme of things. Tickling done by her would not produce the same reactions should one of his siblings do the same. If they were to, the reaction from him would've been far more violent than a little transition of pinning and change of control.

"Different how?" he asked in reply, pausing as she suggested they go downstairs. He looked towards the cracked door, peering through it for what he could see of an empty hallway lit by the same candlelight as in the bedroom there. He looked back down at her, ignoring her worry for favor of her words on his father. "What did you think he was like?" he reinforced his question with another one, asking for an answer. It was probably clear to her that she wasn't getting out of his hold or from up under him until she answered his inquiries in full. Only then would she be free to tickle him until he was dressed adequately. Due to the trailing of her voice announcing her worry, he wasn't ignorant to what she may have thought his family would think with her lingering upstairs. The care in him though, for what they thought he did with his bondmate, his wife, was of little concern to him.