The slightly (but not completely) amusing part was knowing when she was pushing him. It wasn't the first time it'd happened, and probably wouldn't be the last. Secretly he'd hoped it wouldn't be, anyway. Zelda pushing him meant him being encouraged to more properly examine himself as a whole and moving forward. Soryk probably could have lived trapped in his past, which left him beyond cynical and unwelcoming to most. But the idea that he wanted to at least try to change that for her...

Well. It spoke leagues to him.

"O-of course," he uncharacteristically stumbled over his words in reply. And he was less than proud of the way his cheeks pinkened, but he did what he could to ignore that in favour of better explaining himself. "That is to say, not of course, yet rather that even I can appreciate the company of others."

Would that I could stop choking on my tongue.

"I could never claim to be the grand socialite. Back in Quel'thalas, soirees and galas were the norm and while I seemed to never fail obtaining cordial invitation, attention did not appear to agree with me. Coming here to a place where no one knows me has made it comfortable. And... your... companionship as well, something I deem worth a value of heavy coin impossible to possess."