He laughs at Ruxin's assurance that he doesn't mean to stay, a soft huff of amused breath as he watches the paint eat. Whether he felt obligated to say as much for No's benefit or as a reminder to himself that he ought not wear out his welcome, the cob couldn't have cared. He's spent the majority of his adult life in nomadic pursuits and that is not something he means to change; just the route of his wandering would be slightly more confined, anchored to this particular island and bracketed by mountains and beach. "I haven't." he answers easily, one dark shoulder rolling in casual dismissal as he dips his head to graze. Unlike Ruxin, he doesn't bother to finish his chewing before he speaks again, long blades bobbing out the corner of his dark lips as he asks through a full mouth, "Should I?"