Devin's eyes close when the Fool kisses him like this simple, easy affection is normal. That brief contact and the hand on his arm causes a sudden yearning for closeness that he's denied himself for so long and that he may now have in unlimited supply. It's a little intoxicating.

Gratitude tugs at the corners of his mouth when he meets the Fool's amber gaze again. "Putting me to work already?" Devin asks rhetorically, lightly teasing. It's a smart move. He picks up his cup of tea and goes to the window as indicated, properly examining the tools laid out there. "I shall attempt not to spill or ruin anything," Devin adds wryly.