Truly, there is no need for such formalities. The intelligence in his eyes, though striking, is not without a measure of warmth.

Aslan rumbles softly, an invitation to the pups. He is far great in size than they, but if it is a happy romp they wish to have, he would not have them cease on his account.

He looks at Merida, and there's a smile there, gracing those tawny features. "Good day to you as well."

It isn't so silly to talk to a lion when he talks back, is it? Of course not.