It's an incredibly sweet notion, one that pulls a soft, genuine smile to his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling in fondness. There's a familiar prickling of heat at the very tips of his ears, a happy warmth spreading in his chest.

Essek looks at Fjord, a little aching - but it's a good ache.

"I should like that, I think. A change from the the deep freeze of Eiselcross, and whatever this is."