[Reynir makes it sound so easy, like their being friends isn't an arduous task. Carlisle is aware that, his curse aside, he can be an acquired taste in the very best conditions: his personality doesn't exactly lend to making friends easily, and even he gets annoyed with himself and his anxieties. There's a reason he drank so heavily in life to escape his own, overburdening thoughts. He matches Reynir's lopsided smile with one of his own as he brings his hands together in his lap, wringing his fingers.]

Yes, yes that's fine. I mean, it's okay with me. I would like that. I know that I am often not easy to get along with, what with... me being me. I think I need not remind you of the journey here.

[Which, frankly, went better than expected.]