He laughs a little, just a little, a grin coming to his face as he works on tugging the chocobo away. "Hey, chill it. People don't like it when you pull on their hair, I told you before." Considering it spent most of their first meeting dragging Fayt around by his hair or clothes....

Fayt scratches the feathers on it's neck, just on the side and below his head, and the bird makes a pleased noise, letting go of Albel's hair tail after a few more curious nibbles. The man was too loud anyway. Once the bird is content, Fayt glances over to Albel.

"Sorry. You ok?"