Rune can't help but chuckle.

"Wehl, iis moore ah kuustum fir old frens. Buut effryun's ah fren t'meh.

"Ah wuun't sey nefer ohbject, buut ah git moore frens thn naht, yea. Mohst seem t'beh eeseegoin tiypes. Buut thehr ahlweys free t'deklein."

(Well, it's more a custom for old friends. But everyone's a friend to me.

I wouldn't say never object, but I get more friends than not, yea. Most seem to be easygoing types. But they're always free to decline.)

Rune doesn't seem to pick up on the worry, and even offers a warmer smile. He's not worried about it, at least.