[Pascal? That must be her nam-- Wait. The way she's talking, it sounds like she's speaking for herself now, so he straightens up and looks her over again. He squints, thoughtful, then slooooowly the ice begins to melt.]

Wolves try to eat me and Sven all the time. [RUDE.] I wouldn't risk befriending one, but reindeer are friends to the end. [A scoff.] Sven would never lie, cheat, or betray me. I bet it's the same for you and Pascal here, right?