[ ... oh. If Dion is trying to woo him with words, it's certainly... working? Not that Joshua knows that's what he's doing, of course, but the way that Dion says them brings warmth to his ears, and then to his cheeks.

Ah. Damn it all. He lifts his mug, trying to hide the flush on his face with it. He'd been trying not to be obvious. ]

I... I am glad that I could help you that much, Dion. Truly, I would have it no other way. But you, too, have done so much. To have come to our rescue not once, but twice...

[ And to their uncle's aid, as well. He truly owes Dion so much. They both do. ]