"I could stand at the doors and look disapproving, since Aveline is not yet here to do it," Fenris offered dryly. "I think that actually improved the custom in Kirkwall, for some reason." Then again, Kirkwall was not the bar to set anyone's standard by. Fenris found it strangely funny how Hawke's frequenting the tavern had only given it more popularity, even with all of the times they brought fights to the doorstep. People just wanted to be wherever she was. Even some of High Town ventured there for the rush of it - mingling with the commoners. Aveline glaring from the doorway would just make them feel both safer, and more daring for venturing somewhere the guard needed to be on watch at.
Fenris rearranged his limbs to sit closer to Isabela so he could watch her, not quite touching but closer to inside her space than Fenris generally was with anyone save Isabela or Hawke. For all Fenris' sniping, he trusted Isabela. . . not with his coin, or his valuables or not to have wandering hands when she was bored. But in general, he trusted her.
It was outside of Fenris' experience, and the knitted brow and scowl said that he still didn't like it. But after she'd shown him a few times and let him test out what she'd taught him, he had a better grasp on it. The ability to have it speak, or to speak his own words made it easier - Fenris read slowly and still laboriously, and there were a lot of words on the device. Maybe he'd go back later and have it read what the Warden had said to him, as it had been difficult to work through the first time.
He scrolled through the screen a few more times, switching it on and off and the other basic things and then set it aside. He was far from comfortable, but it made more sense. "Thank you," he offered, sincerely, if quietly.