His hands would clasp together - his response obvious, unfiltered, as he claps with his pistol's trigger guard hanging from two fingers, dangled dangerously on each light smack accompanied by his cheery guffaws. Momiiji hops up and down, splashing a pooling of water from his feet and off the dew that had collected in the recent rain. The chance is tempted for him to slip on the tile and go tumbling off, but his card does not come up just yet. Not in the face of this easy joy, a victory won by the scaring of the strange critter he found himself faced with. "Momo got you!" He giggles, only perking higher within his guise of mist and those startling green eyes as the prey stands. Wobbles, then faces him.
Momiji slows, his clap ending with an expert twirl of his firearm off one hand to the other followed by a lackadaisical limpness of the wrist that holds it now. It points lazily down the side of the spring, threatening nothing but the steam that spills from its spent barrel. He looks - stares - deep back into those molten eyes, gems burying themselves in lava as if they could settle there and reappear later in history. He was going to slumber within this man. That was 'leaving your mark.'
"Alo!" He repeats, in a return of the greeting. "A ᵈ ʷ ᵒ ʳ ᶠ?" This draws a puzzle from the slender Fae, pursing his lips together with a trail of his eyes to the side; up, away; down left, up again; returning to the dwarf's face only to beam, bursting with a brighter grin. "Mmm.. Nope! You're weird, ₛₜᵣₐₙ₉ₑ, ⁿᵉʷ!"
This 'dworf' appeared to relax quickly in his presence, only furthering Momiji's show of teeth until the conversation continued and he was left kicking his foot back and forth to scatter the nearby water for his stimulation. He never seemed to stop moving. It was like he couldn't do anything less than jitter, a vibration within the space he occupied. "Da! Momo is a hunter! Awh, awhh, but -- it isn't fun, when the prey does not know it is being hunted. Hai? Now Momo won fair and square." His tone lifted, pleased, and he'd turn his cheeky grin up with a roll of his shoulders before kicking off the ground on his heel -- slipping, finally, but using the sudden and abrupt imbalance to launch himself into the water with the other. Splash! Momo, the bullet!
He cackles when his head resurfaces after more than a few seconds, scattering pellets of the spring rapidly with a hand joining him shortly after: the gun pointed at the ceiling. Pow! It signals like a flare, bursting before it hits a solid surface and dispersing sparks of green to alight their room almost as intense as his gaze. Momiji watches him. Oh, he watches him. "In - ti - mate - ly? Mmm ... Oooooh ...,"
He thinks, popping his lips with a playing gasp and widening eyes. "A dworf is a pervert?"