[He'd expected a shut down, honestly. Thought he'd gone too far with their still complicated and fledgling camaraderie, or too late since the gloom of Wolfe's first admission to Fenris here in the fleet over how the elf's blood is on his hands already still hangs over them, but he's trying and what's more Fenris is trying and that undermines anything that Cole or Anders has said regarding whether Fenris is worth his time.

Wolfe brightens considerably, alight much like his staff despite the gloom.]

Thank you. I mean, really I'm not the one who should be thanking you, but on her behalf I suppose. Not that it's my place.

[Apparently he'd used up all his good words and now the drivel at the bottom of his conversational bucket is all that's left, but he can't help but be pleased. He stands off the desk, about to clap Fenris on the shoulder but thinks the better of it as touching Fenris suddenly never ends well and turns it into some kind of awkward brush through his hair instead.]

So! Glad we had this talk. Should I meet you at the entrance to the space-dock nearer the time?