Gregory walks after the Inquisitor, the smirk gone from his face. As soon as he realizes that the room is safe for the moment, he walks up to the half-orc.
"This" and he taps the warrior's armor, with a bit of impertinence "is protection. Jokes are also protection. Maybe armor stops blade, and maybe makes you drown in the mud. But you judge it is good balance, yes? Advantage and disadvantage." he stares Inquisitor right in the eyes "When in War, joke maybe lifts up your spirit, maybe makes people mad. I judged it was good balance."
He looks back at the hidden room where Banshee and the girl are experiencing a bit of privacy. "Maybe joke make her uncomfortable, maybe she reacts to one and opens up." he shrugs "I do not know. I do not know if she was legendary hero in other life. Or maybe just scared child."
He pulls his newsboy cap lower over his brow "You go with me, I make joke. I also watch your back and find secret door. Good balance, yes?" he walks off, smirking once again.