"I wouldn't say so. Politeness has its own value. To be 'good with' something implies you are able to handle the situation without much difficulty," Rex explains as he stops petting Indrik. One foot on the bench and he two on the slat just above Indrik's head. A slow pull to make space without breaking it. "Out, you oaf."

Reluctantly, Indrik pulls his head back through the hole but rapidly scampers around to the front so he can flop his fat head right back into Reira's lap. Rex ends up sitting on the ground in front of the bench because sitting in front of a splintery hole seems a terrible idea, but now Rex is about head height with her. "In this case, I say you're good with Indrik because he is not normally so calm or affectionate."

Speaking of which, both calm and affection radiate from Rx and Indrik. Perfectly identical. Indrik shows it in the physical world too, giving one of her hands a quick lick. Rex, on the other hand, has the same face as ever.