"Maybe the southern heat will keep that blush in place."

He shamelessly waggles his brows, enjoying seeing Essek ruffled. On impulse, Fjord dusts his hands clean and turns his chair around to face his guest, spreading his legs. Patting them. His gaze never wavers as he offers a hand to draw Essek down onto his lap.

"I can give it my best attempt right now, in fact."