Warren genuinely laughed. It had been a long time since he had been able to laugh with someone.<br/><br/>"I think not. But I could massage your shoulders, that would help too." He smiled and sipped his own drink as he gazed into the fire and saw some of his older memories. He looked away and frowned though. His memory marred by one of the worst memories he had. He clammed up and tried to think of something, anything, else but her. He had hoped not to think of her or her so called pack again.<br/><br/>He sighed and took another drink, the memory having taken away his humor.