[ The fact that Dion returns to leaning against him even after setting aside his cup is... surprising, to the point that his expression reflects it quite visibly. It wasn't just happenstance, then. It was willing.

His heart trills in his chest, but he dare not speak of it. Instead, he hides his face in his cup, and perhaps - just perhaps - leans into Dion as well.

But hiding his face in his tea only lasts until he registers what Clive is saying, and he grimaces. ]

Oh, Founder. Yvan. I should have known. I overheard the man talking about a recipe for something that involved morbol vines.