Gottfried would pat his mighty belly while pushing his empty breakfast bowl away. As he rose from his seat, he would run his hands over his war-axe "Brain-biter". Now it'd finally also get something..or someone to eat.
*wrinkling his nose while looking down at the flattering man, he would then slowly lean down bringing his grinning mouth near the gentleman’s ear*
“Nothing of jo business...” *when the smaller man then opened his mouth to a response, Gottfried raised his hairy, right hand and went on* “..now better walk on, before it hails a Backpfeife, my tiny friend.”