[He knows it's not meant to be funny, but he can't help the puff of laughter that escapes his lips. Something about the earnestness brightening Iris's expression mixed with the absurdity of his declaration, it's just — his brain awkwardly sidesteps cute to land back on funny.]

You could totally be a courier. There used to be more of us, but... [One way or another, they'd left the castle. Instead of finishing that sentence, he shakes his head.] Anyway, you should talk to Kyle if you're interested. I can point him out to you later.

[At dinner, maybe, if Iris wants to join him. That was the nice thing about having a roommate — you have a built-in somebody to do stuff with.]