That isn't something that he expects, and the small, gentle touch to his snout gives him pause for a few moments. It's certainly brave, far braver than any Guardian he's ever met, and he's not certain what to think of it beyond momentary confusion and abject respect.

The level of trust right now is unheard of; he could easily snap and take off the Hunter's arm with no more than a fraction of a thought. But he doesn't. He finds he doesn't want to.

You are a rare sort amongst your kind, Hunter. I will take you up on your offer.