The sudden burst of sentimentality, especially so close after the loud shout, sets him off-kilter, has him frowning in confusion as he looks up at the other. The hand is offered and Vax doesn't know what to do with it, but he takes it anyway on impulse, before smirking at him and giving him a wink.

"Plenty of ways to burn energy, a big man like you. But you're assuming I care about what others think."

He'd lost his regard for the opinions of others long ago, outside influence or not. Since his father's disapproval and disappointment, since the disgust apparent in the faces of far too many self-important elves.

"But another game of chase sounds fun. Much more interesting, anyway. What will you do once you catch me?"