Aha. That's the enthusiasm he was hoping for. Barcus has to rein himself in to refrain from just hugging the drow; that's not exactly worldly and suave. Maybe it wouldn't matter, though. Bel knows him well enough that he's likely not expecting suave from him.

Warmth and affection, though. Those are both readily available.

He slides off the stool and sets a few coins on the table, tipping the bartender, then offers Bel his hand. The walk home won't take long, with the three portals available right outside the tavern door. "I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off you the moment we're home," he admits, as they start walking. "It feels like the effects of that drink are actually getting more intense."