[He actually laughs a little at that. Just a little, though.]
Do not get used to it. The flattery, if nothing else.
[Trying to cut an imposing figure was never hard for Fenris who had always been fairly tall for an elf. He clears his throat, clings to whatever dignity he has left after this long, long day. He leans forward, head angled and hoping to make this quick, easy, and with as little physical contact as possible for a kiss.]