[Fenris looks up at the man some, watching his features for a long moment, the affection on his face real. He has a desire to kiss him.]

It does. And I agree, I will need help to develop some kind of cohesion of style. I lived in a decrepit mansion before this.

[It wasn't a home, it was a place to hide away, to wait for his former master to return to. To ignore how it was falling apart around him literally.

After a moment of gazing at Xenk he asks:]

May I kiss you?