His smile becomes full as he bumps his shoulder against Farogil's.

"Good," he echoes. It is good. Marion's happy, Farogil's happy, Detlef is nervous but happy. It's strange that after him putting his foot wrong so many times lately he's finally put it right. Of course, that means he has to figure out if he's ever going to tell Farogil his secret, but that can wait. That can wait a good bit of time.

"So did you want to talk about your history or will they be trickling through Northcliff Pass challenging me to duels for the privilege of seeing you? How many are we talking? Fifteen? Fifty?"