A smile flashes across Fenris' lips at the confession. He dared not admit it, but it made his chest feel a little tighter in the knowing of it. He hadn't allowed himself to feel like that for a long time- even his time with Isabella had been a dalliance, nothing more. He noticed the subtle touch at the neck, knew what it meant, and knew not to bring it up unless prompted.

"Well, that is something I think I can certainly forgive you for, it's an honour."

He stepped a little closer.

"How do you feel? You look better rested."