The abrupt huff of laughter is startling, but at the same time it makes something in him settle down a bit more, feathers steadily less ruffled as he starts to understand the situation more. He can only hope this person - this man, he assumes, he felt stubble when he was touching the ear and there was a breadth and strength to those hands he's yet to meet in a woman - is one of them, and not local.

But- still. Two for yes, affirmative. Good start.

The trace of a thick finger is surprising too, so it takes him a moment to realise it's letters, and he nods firmly, his other hand coming up to find to tap the man's wrist twice, affirming the point. And when he gets his hands back, he points to himself again, and mimes writing on his own palm, following it with an obvious question mark.