"Oh yeah?" he says with the slightest hitch in his voice as the fingertips make contact, "you ought to invite me, I'm the life of any party."

Hawk's more careful than he usually is when cleaning his own boots, solely because in this instance it's not about passing an inspection, it's... a service. A nice thing he's doing for someone else.

"Other boot," he says, with absolutely no honorific attached. Siebren oughta correct that if he wants some respect shown.