[ IV easily notices the shift of Roy's stance, gaze flicking straight ahead, and it just makes that cocky grin widen. That's an invitation if he ever saw one. Not one that he'll take up so quickly (he's not desperate he reminds himself, even if maybe he is), but maybe sooner rather than later.

He moves a hand down to scratch at Dogmeat's side when he puts his paw on IV's shoulder like that, looking down at him to give him acknowledgement that yes, he's paying attention to him. Though his gaze easily flicks back up to Roy's as he listens to him, and maybe he pays attention to Roy's hand as well, like he's expecting something. (You're not desperate, IV.) ]

Violent and insane. Sounds like my family. [ And himself, but he'd rather not go there. ] But hey, whatever keeps you alive. It almost sounds kind of nice, traveling almost alone.