"Ahh..." He chuckles, soft, at a thought of his own, his gaze turning inward for a moment. "Yes. I understand..." And perhaps can empathize with the wolf, though he doesn't say that.

If he can sense the sending he doesn't give any sign.

He sips at his brandy again and then, half because he suspects she expects it and half simply to be amusing, he licks his lips. A swift movement, the tip of his tongue darting over skin. His eyes never leave hers, blue almost swallowing the black.