That feels...really nice, actually. It's minute, but there's a distinct unwinding of tension from between his shoulders. For a moment he savors the feeling, eyes drifting closed with Fjord's hand pressed to his lips.

The compliment receives a smile halfway between knowing and pleased. Fjord successfully steals a kiss, and receives another, freely given, in return.

"Thank you," Essek murmurs, thumb swiping idly over green knuckles. "You seem very at home, here."