Fenris' laugh made his smile soften, gaze drifting to the other's lips as if he could see the sound rolling out from between them. He loved his laugh - warm and rare as it was, treasured those moments when he could hear it. He knew it didn't come out around the others very often, but that was all right. He rather liked being one of the few Fenris would laugh around.

"Always, my friend," he murmured around his glass, sipping and making a pleased hum. "An excellent vintage, as always, Fenris. At this rate you will spoil me."