[ There's something else in that smile on Dion's face, he's almost certain. Would like to think he's observed enough different ones by now to know the differences between some of them even as subtle as they might be, and when paired with the words which follow - feels like a key to something. Possibly just that none of them have any control of what is or isn't happening at home, or what was left behind, or even what might be ahead for them here. A combination, or perhaps none of them at all.

Dion is right, no matter what it is; as tempting as it is to let his mind wander down any number of paths, why not focus on the now? They're here together, and that is more than enough to set contemplation aside when there'll be time to learn more about it later. The smile Claude offers back in return is genuine and soft around the edges in even a way he's not entirely aware of for such a request and being drawn closer - as if his answer could ever be anything but yes. ]

I think we can arrange for more than a night whether it's this one or more to come. And for tonight, there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

[ Such words are meant to be capped off with a kiss, and that's just what he leans in for. It's entirely tempting to continue, but maybe in another moment when he has something else in mind first. Now it's just a matter of moving towards it which seems to take him a great deal more effort... which is to say, he either doesn't manage to peel himself away or it's at a pace which might very well be glacial for how slow it is. ]

I seem to remember spending many a time reading together once upon a time. [ Memories he holds dear out of those years, all those times in solitude together which stand out among what all he recalls and ones Claude treasures. Not ones which have happened in reality, however, though there's the chance for them now. ] What do you say we bring the wine with us to get comfortable? The dragon, too, since I wouldn't want to leave her out.