To give you a little perspective, hun, I'm over two hundred.

[Enough to be Elsa's great, great, great grandma, almost, if not more. It's a big difference, one that Lup really can't just ignore, no matter how close in age they appear to be.

But Elsa's got all awkward in her arms so of course the elf is going to let her loose when she's asked, Lup slithering back as best as her body allows, just to give Elsa a little breathing room. This isn't done, not exactly, but she understands if the younger woman wants some time to herself to think it through.]

Sure, I get it. And I'll give you whatever space you want, but we're still friends, Elsa, alright? This doesn't mean we aren't good.