He's not a man that people often associate with warmth. It's a part of him. It's just a side of him that most will never get to see - only the people that he loves, really. Someday, maybe, he'll become someone who isn't so afraid of being hurt and then people might see him differently.

For now, he's content to keep that smile to himself and a select few.

"Now, the words seem like they could be sarcastic, but the look in your eyes seem to be kinda fond of what they're looking at." He points out. It's not like Frea to give a backhanded compliment, though, so he's leaning towards the fact that she's endeared to him.

He settles his hand into hers, so that they can begin walking again. He could make eyes at her all night, but there's pie to eat somewhere. "Do you know where the food is from here, darling?"