[ It's all he can do, really, to thank Molly for the beer with a soft kiss to his--to her?--temple and a fond pat to the tail wrapped around him, and drink a good portion of the bottle before he leans against Fjord, heaving a sigh that does very little to ease the tension in his shoulders.

But it does something, which is enough to convince him that this visit was a good idea, even as he processes the idea they're presenting him with. ]

That is true. Things were...uncertain for me, then. [ And Molly and Fjord's relationship was still so young. His presence here would have been a hindrance. ] But if you are asking if I would be receptive to sleeping with the two of you, then ja, of course.

[ No need to ease him into it; he's there already. ]