The look on his face, the distant one that remembers it all with gladness, grows even fonder if that were at all possible.

"I guess I was." Is his simple offering, free for Inigo to interpret as he wishes, or to fill the blanks in between. "What happened...? Well. I grew up, pup. I had to."

In all ways. Little by little, a young Roland moved to shed or hide layers of innocence for the greater good; such that his tales of crazy shenanigans ended up being just that. Stories he tells around campfires in happy reminisce. It's why he believes the young should go for what they want, for their dreams and goals. It's why he supports them so much. Why he sees potential in them regardless of their background or where they come from. That energy, that hope; it'll drive the future where his kind could not. Did not.

"Heh. Anyway. My point being after all that is I can do what needs to be done, even if it means playing the rebel once in a while. I've still got it in me, don't you worry." He knocks their heads together again, not to hurt of course, but just as a regular sign of his affection for him. "That's probably enough of my rambling, though. Are you feeling more rested? How's your head?"