Oh, of course. We'll sleep together, braid each other's hair and gossip about your roommate's sex lives.

[ He smiles, a mix of sarcasm and-- whatever else. Hans doesn't really do friends. He hasn't had any for most of his life, not really. Elsa, are you ready for this stunted idiot to actually be friends with you because that could end with a lot more "weh my parents never loved me" angst than you'd think. ]

The last bits are all optional, though.