He watches Fenris walk to him, almost like a wolf stalking his prey and Aedan is very willing to be devoured. He sets his bottle of wine on the floor so his hands are free to run up Fenris' side.

"Please, share with me." He settles his hands on his hips, rubbing a thumb across his hip bone. That voice of Fenris' was sinful and a pleasure to listen to while he had the elf perched so comfortably in his lap.