Best news I've heard all day.

[He takes the familiar stairs down and emerges in the cellar bearing a gift of his own, a decent bottle of whiskey.]

Thought it might be rude to arrive empty handed.

[He offers it over with an easy grin.]

How is life treating you lately? I feel like I've spoken to everyone who lives here but you about your new living arrangements. Or not so new by now.

[Fenris and Dorian under one roof must never be dull.]