He rests his arm on her head for a second as if he's not thinking about it, and grins. Few people can get a full grin from Wren: his smiles mean more than they say, most times. But he hadn't been expecting Lexi, and he certainly hadn't been expecting this -- this easy, friendly banter, as though nothing had happened, and his chest feels as though it's not big enough for the air in it.

Wren shoots her an eyebrow raise back, but he can't protest her pointing it out. Hana does make him happy. It's -- easy, with her, in a way it had never been with Rian. In a way he had never quite expected or asked of that relationship, but also one he didn't quite know how to ask for. He's a little scared of how natural it feels. Like the other shoe is going to drop, like she'll figure it all out, still. Love, in his experience, only ever hurts. But he trusts her. "She doesn't expect me to be anything but myself, baggage and eccentricities and all," he says, looking at his coffee. "And that makes me want to be better for her."

He smirks. "Complete with baby," he says. "Rian always had more of an idea of the future than either of us." There's a bitterness to that, but he feels no real animosity about it. "If I ever stop being a magpie, smack me. This place deserves a few."

Wren raises an eyebrow. "The way things do," he observes, but he has not stopped being aware of Lexi being shady. "Yes," he moves on. "My family's from this town, originally, that's what brought me in the first place. Way back, on the Sauvageon side. Legend has it they were sirens." He doesn't elaborate on that, just gives her a mysterious smile. "I want to dig up the dead a little bit. Metaphorically." He gives her a mischievous look like mostly.