[Her amusement gives rise to his own wry humor. The smallest huff of something sounding like a "heh", clinking his fork against his plate as he skewers some kind of alien fruit on it, its flesh cut into neat little squares.]

You know what they say. It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.

[His shoulders move with a laugh that doesn't quite escape his lungs. He lifts his gaze back to her, a pang of nostalgia in his chest as he explains further.]

I was usually well-behaved, though. No point in getting in anyone's [his father's] hair. [Especially when they had their hands full with a war.]