[Diarmuid moves to accommodate Waver, draping an arm loosely around him, just under where Berserker's rests. Aside from simply being more comfortable, it allows him to swivel back around to place a small, sweet kiss on the dragon's jaw as he rumbles out an answer. Really, he's the one who should be at the centre of this pile given how sensitive he is to the cold but he's not ready to give up his position just yet. Let him be selfish a little longer.]

Good. I trust Rider will only be away overnight but you're welcome for as long as you want the company.

[When he tilts his head back up to Berserker once more, it isn't for another kiss but to give him a gently scolding look- albeit one with any reproach completely washed away by the smile that follows.]

Or as long as you can put up with it. [He laughs.] Manners, Cú, he's a guest.