His mouth very suddenly purses in his attempt to keep from making an equally odd expression at her in response, and rather than look at her or ask what the hell is up - because he hasn't smoked enough for a smiling and gurgling Anne not to still be close to brain-breaking - he glances around them instead, looking for seating.

"You can hold 'im, if you sit..." He mutters it through his teeth and jerks his head toward the nearest bench, then blinks and tilts his head to the side to raise a brow down at Lodewijk. "S'okay, right."

Yeah, he's talking to his rabbit there, not Anne. No, he's not actually going to explain.