"You shouldn't be too open about that. Some might make it a game." While he wouldn't unless the other man knew it was all in fun, he isn't sure that he could play that game the same way he did with the Iron Bull. Perhaps in small doses, but he'd rather not offend him really. It was too big of a reward to see that smile to want to try and get a frown instead.

"I can assure you they were. Not that I'm jealous, I rather like my life as it is now. Good fights, a good cause behind him, not much else a man could ask for in a life, really."

He idles in the hall, considering the question of his hands and lets his eyes settle on that smile of his, on his outstretched hand. "Usually I'd settle for a bottle, but on a day like this? I think I'd prefer the fire." He almost hesitates before he takes the slighter man's hand, his own cold despite their walking, and he sighs at the feeling of his warm fingers against his skin. "That's good...I mean- Your hands are warm. Thank you." He stumbles out, suddenly looking anywhere else but at him. Idiot.