"Sure," Oriel bobbed his head in a nod, before lifting a hand to push back his fringe that threatened to fall into his eyes. "Whatever you have is fine," he added, and he smiled before drifting further into the flat.
He went over to the sofa and settled himself onto it. Kevin's flat was comfortable, and he liked that. He was never too fond about places that were still and formal and unnaturally clean.
He drew his legs up to curl next to him on the sofa as he made himself comfortable.