He laughed, despite himself. Her spirited nature seemed to be effective, even to he. "You fit the accent like a glove," he said, amused. The scarred young sergeant leaned back, his upper back pressed to the wall. He yawned, and drew his hands behind his head, arms thickening from the motion. "You might be the fish out of water, but I'm starting to think you'll have an easier time here in the Empire than me." She did seem to be a natural actor. Or maybe it was just a side effect of being impulsive. 

"Vivienne and Reiner," he echoed. "Traveling companions." He grunted. The heat of the fire, and the pitter patter of rain outside the opened portal was relaxing him visibly. But he hadn't dozed just yet. "If you're a Brettonian adventurer, would being your bodyguard work? Perhaps a fellow adventurer." His voice grew scratchy and gruffer as he groaned from his body slumping even further. "I don't think I could pull off a squire." He breathed. 

He yawned, his eyes closed. "Have any ideas?" 
[@Penny]