It's there, just as Howard expected, a flash in Wyatt's eyes that he couldn't quite stop. His smile fell, and disappeared, as he pulled back.

But he tried to cover for it. Clearing his throat gently and nodding.

"It's alright, Howard. I understand."

His hands fell back to his sides, settled lightly on his belt.

"An' no, I ain't. An' much reason to, there's a fine tree in the common room."