At least Emrys did not seem irritated with Arthur's surprise appearance; he said Mr. Pettigrew so warmly that if he'd been in a better mood, Arthur would have preened. As it was, an actual smile was still able to slide its way onto his face. There was a mark of concern on Emrys' face, and Art's smile dimmed slightly — he bit his lip. (There was no accompanying feeling of his skin stretching from it, so he stopped, quickly.)

"Sure," he said, finally letting go of his own shoulder. "A drink is great."