It would be hard to ignore the appeal of that smile, even with the pet name that Fenris really needs to correct him on. It's the look of a man who clearly wasn't lying when he spoke of enjoying himself, and it's more infectious than he'd like to admit. It's also more or less in line with what he'd been expecting, despite the surprise of Aedan's original mood.

He pushes himself up from his chair, taking his drink with him as he moves to the Warden's chair and sets a knee on the seat. "I do have a few..." He lifts his other leg and kneels astride Aedan's legs, his own smile, small and subtle, curling up the corners of his mouth.