Cyrus' smile resolves into a real one, and he drops the sternness as he turns away, with the intent that Stephen should follow him further into the apartment. "We live in uncertain times, Stephen. Better safe than sorry."

He beckons the Avox as he goes, an offhand signal he doesn't even have to think about making. The Avox obeys it without hesitating, moving to the kitchen on silent feet. Cyrus returns to his place on the couch, with a glance at Stephen to indicate that he's free to follow.

It is good, to feel this easy, this comfortable. Cyrus isn't sure what's changed between them in recent months; whether the close nature of their work has been a detriment to their relationship instead of the boon he hoped it would be, or the situation in the Capitol's come more between them than he expected. He's glad Stephen sought him out this evening. There've been too many surprises from Stephen lately, and most of them not nearly so pleasant.

That Stephen might know more than he's letting on hasn't even occurred to Cyrus.

The sound of drinks being poured comes distantly from the kitchen. "...So, if you're not here to lobby-- to what do I owe the pleasure?"