There's a little more relaxing when the Dark Urge sits next to him, and somewhere inwardly Enver is certain he would have tried invited him to if there had been a few more seconds without. Despite the obvious irony in who they both are, there is an immediate warmth (metaphorical and actual) in the closeness and contact it creates, and it's another buttress coming unmoored.

He doesn't have much interest in reaching equally far back in his own memory -- entirely too much of that tonight already. But he did reveal some of that, in a way, so it is not lost on him that Bhaal's Chosen was doing the same: He spoke to him in his low, earthy voice of something also very old, very secret, something that very much did not have a place in his current life.

Something that in the moment brought comfort instead of strife, even if, silently between the two of them it was understood there was not a happy end attached.

Unless you looked at this moment, this place where they were.

Enver felt himself leaning into the other man's side. A hand came to rest on his knee, a quiet invitation to go on.

He didn't know if this was happy, what he felt right now, but it was the promise of something rather close.

"Would you like to try, when there is time? There will be, eventually, at least. When this is over. Time and freedom enough for nearly anything you could want."