[The firm pressure of the other man's arm at his waist is a steadying thing, feels natural, and Julian allows Fjord to manoeuvre him through the press and sway of the crowd with a laugh that has something of gratitude in it. He catches the shape of that cocky grin, flashes an answering one of his own.]

Who doesn't like to be chased down, every now and again?

[And it's there in him, the flirt, the tease...but as they head down a street wreathed with coloured lanterns, vendors selling their wares on either side of them, he allows his tone to slide towards something more genuine.]

But I can't have you worrying over me, can I? I'll stay in touch, of course.

[Because it's so very like him, to brush off concerns, to keep out of the way for other people's 'own good'. A habit he's trying to break. He wants to be better, hopes he is better, than he has been in the past.

Besides. He's hardly the type to leave things at eye-fucking alone.]