[He chuckles softly, a way he hasn't since he got here. God. Martin does just soften the edges.]

I will certainly tell you. [No, he won't. For now he'll settle to mixing some sugar into his tea. And watching Martin, like he hasn't seen him in a million years. Honestly he nearly looks a bit lovesick.]

So. Until someone claims you, you're staying here. Not hear anything else of it until then.

[And if some faction besides Enma claims Martin, well. They'll cross that bridge when they get to it.]