Well that certainly causes it to become more apparent, but the smile only widens - slightly, but not imperceptibly. He shakes his head, but out of fondness rather than refusal. The burger floats back to the table so that he can take Fjord's hand, fingers sliding delicately along his palm, and then floats himself into that invitation. Settled into that lap, Essek leans forward, nestling into strong arms.

"Oh? And how shall you do that?"