[It's Fenris' turn to laugh: soft and yet genuine, a pleased scoff as he feels some of the tension ease between them.]

A bold offer for a man who has, last I counted, not a single gold piece to his name. Are you so confident in your ability to attract stares, or merely willing to test if I'll cover you, win or lose?

[Maker, it's been years since he's teased like this. He'd thought he'd forgotten how. And you know, even now, some part of his heart rings an alarm bell in warning, whispering of the foolishness of growing close to someone— but ah, this isn't that. This isn't Kirkwall; this isn't even Shirallas. It's one night, and more likely than not, Fenris thinks, this man will soon disappear anyway. Content to forget anything that even nebulously connects him to his past. It's no bad thing.

So enjoy it while it lasts, Blue Wraith.]