He feels the vines wrapping around his wrists, the candlelight flaring up. He looked up at the vines and looked back to Night Sky. "I....I don't mind this kind of thank you," he said, face a vibrant red. He glanced up at the vines and to her again, swallowing. "I may have to burn them away suddenly." A warning. In case he does have to. But he's not doing it now.