Kirkley noticed a couple things about this stranger that made their interactions that much more interesting; after all, thousands of years of living, you'd be stupid not to learn basic social observation skills. They came in handy, a lot. But this one didn't really need a high level of skill to pick apart, it was really just... That obvious.
The man--Bifrost--was having a difficult time speaking, and an equally difficult time figuring out where to look, so it seemed. Kirkley noted in the back of his mind that Bifrost was also fairly tall for any kind of mortal creature (though the pointed ears had him doubting that.) Either he just wasn't used to guys being bigger than him, wasn't used to naked men, or had a little something he might need to confess at the nearest convenient church.
But he decided to opt out of teasing Bifrost about it just yet; instead he gave the former stranger a solid handshake, the mixture of scents telling him so much more than body language didn't. He smelled sweat, other men, possibly, and the identifiable distinct scent that made up this other guy, who apparently misheard him at first and thought his name was Kitty. Or it was a tongue slip, one of the two. He didn't really mind, though. Guy could call him whatever the hell he wanted, names didn't have the same meaning to Kirkley as they might to anyone else, considering he couldn't remember his anymore.
"A merchant cart, huh?" He let go of Bifrost's hand and thoughtfully tapped at his chin, the stubble rough against his fingertips. "I think I remember hearing one while I was out an about earlier tonight." Now that you mention it, and all.
Suddenly the man was apologizing profusely for trying to steal his things; it wasn't like it was the first time it had happened, nor would it probably ever be the last. At this point in time, Kirkley didn't particularly care anymore. It wasn't like he had anything of huge value in his bag--no, his treasures were currently being guarded by a close friend. A close, fire-breathing, scaley friend.
"Really, don't worry about it, I just like to keep some clothes on hand for these kinds of situations, y'know?" He said with a smile while the other man awkwardly laughed and looked away. And then asked if Kirkley was going to eat him.
He just laughed, a deep sound that rumbled up through the core of his being. "I'm not about to eat you, and I'm no werewolf either. You'd have as much luck figuring out what I am as I do."
Here he stepped toward the cliff edge, tapping it with his foot and watching rocks crumble. "I guess the only way from here is to go back the way we came." He looked back over at Bifrost and smiled.
"I might even help you track down that merchant cart." He tapped the side of his nose; he was a dog... Thing, after all. He had a great sense of smell. And Bifrost had proven way too amusing so far to just let him walk away here; no Kirkley had every intention of hanging around the guy for a while to see what other sorts of trouble he inevitably got himself into. Because if anything, that sounded like an adventure, and Kirkley was always open for those.
He stepped aside to let Bifrost start to lead the way back through the foliage, taking off the guy's coat, now VERY warm and toasty and dropping it over the thief's shoulders, since he looked like he was cold. "I think you need the coat now more than I do. So there, I warmed it up for you." He said with a smirk; he was a beast, he naturally ran a higher temperature than most people, so nights like this didn't phase him, really. Tundras on the other hand? Different story.