It's comical how much Colin is trying and failing to move Toska. At least the troll is so preoccupied with thinking that he doesn't have the time to laugh at the miserable effort. He nods some, a few times, as Colin goes on and on, if only to show that he's listening. At the end, though, his grin begins to creep back in across his face.

"Alright. I'll try not to talk about it." He'll try. He doesn't think he's gone and asked about eating the enemy just yet, so maybe he won't. More importantly, "So what you mean is..."

Toska finally surges up to his feet, scattering chunks of snow that had clung to his pants as he stands. He raises his arm, too, as he does, which means if Colin is still hanging on tight to his hand, he may find himself lifted up over the snow all of the sudden!

"We're friends! That means we're friends, right? Because I'd be sad if you died, too! I'm kind of surprised you haven't yet, but that's good!"