Cyrus doesn't see Stephen's discomfort. He just hears that acceptance, and his smile widens-- satisfied, warm, content. The acquiescence was all he needed.

..."Jeez. It's my night off, and I still manage to spend half the time talking about politics." A grin and a short, self-deprecating laugh. "Sorry. You came here to drink wine and put your feet on my furniture, and I made it weird."