" I love you. "
Were three words that he swore would never leave his lips, and yet there he was, completely content to bask in the radiance of Kellervo's company. The scent of the larger aquatic- vaguely reminiscent of blueberries, teased at his snout, and his arms, which were more than capable of breaking normal men, wrapped around Brine's shoulders with an incredible sort of consideration and tenderness befitting of a long-term partner. A night in the arms of someone you cared for was always better than a night alone.
At least in Brine's opinion.
Public appearances can be incredibly taxing for the Assassin, so there is nothing better than taking the coat of his partner, and kicking back for some relaxation after a long day of work.
The embrace of a lover, after all, is far more fulfilling than anything else. Or at least slightly more fulfilling than his own monetary greed.