"Alright, since I have your word then I'll definitely give up the people-eating for this ice cream. Since you're being such a good rider and all, it's the least I can do! Ah-- Just don't forget to give me directions either, please. Don't want to get us lost, haha!"

Cheeks puffed out, Gordin mimes cracking his neck before trotting off again; not that he'd mind getting lost (it's simply exploring, right?), but he's starting to feel hungry the more they talk about eating.
And ice cream does sound nice. Cream = good. Ice = ...nice on hot days? And if he can figure out how to make it, then maybe he could take the recipe home and make a killing.

First thing's first though; to pass the time while they're journeying through the perilous throngs, he might as well address one of the things that's been nagging at him since they first met.

"This probably sounds silly, but...D'you have any family here, or are you alone?"