Garrot's demeanor flares up as Gyre starts to raise his voice. Are they doing this? Are they getting into a shouting match over his love life? They are not, because Gyre starts coughing. So the doctor returns the favor, placing a hand upon Gyre's back and giving it a gentle rub.

"Well, yeah." The teasing is a welcome change. "I'd make a great silver foxbear." He blinks. "Bugfox." And again. "Bugfoxbear?" It turns out silver fox bugbear doesn't flow at all.

"Y'know," he brings his other hand to his beard, not caring that the back rub isn't really necessary anymore. Plus it'll make his counter-tease a bit more sudden. "For someone who doesn't wanna be told what to do, you sure do tell me what to do and how to live. A lot." And he smirks, ready to turn the tables.

"Tell me about your kids?" It's an offer to change the subject, albeit horribly overt.