A snort, and Hector falls into a warm peal of laughter, his tongue poking out from his teeth, the playfulness melting into sheer joy, unlike anything he'd ever managed to wear in any of his time as Inspekta, both in the time Godpoke knew him and well before.

"Shore does! Only took, what, over thirty years? Better late den never!" He jokes, tipping his head to the side playfully. "What, were yew rootin' for us, yew silly lil' thing?"