Once more, he seems to calm. He's been very aware lately of how easily he could break or smash something, his mass and weight and strength far beyond what he normally commands. It wouldn't do to hurt York, even by accident.

So he lets her stroke her hands along his snout, rumbling at her and blinking those large green eyes slowly, before nudging her in the chest lightly. As if to say, no you, in the only way he can.