Zerxus feels himself grinning back, just a little, and it startles him - even though he's smiled more on the Barge than he had in...years, probably. He's not sure how he feels about the prospect of it becoming easy again.

"Let me grab that other chair - " With one hand, he slides a fairly hefty armchair over to the fireplace, before settling back into his own. His mug is still warm, of course, and he raises it in wry invitation.