"Still technically against the code," the tom said, but he was clear from his tone that he couldn't care less. "I'm Swanfeather, by the way. Nice to meet you, Rosebriar." His ear flicked amusedly. The molly was clearly a little uncomfortable, and her serious, professional attitude couldn't help but spark his desire to lighten the mood a little. Even though she was a complete stranger, speaking formally just felt too unnatural on his tongue.
"Glad you like it here. I do too, that's why I live here," he said as he stepped a little closer. Not too close -- he wanted to dissipate the tension, not make her think he was a murderer. "Do you need any help getting back to WindClan?" He tipped his head slightly as he asked, his obnoxious grin replaced by something smaller and more genuine. He was pretty sure she could follow her own scent trail back, but it never hurt to ask.