They're precious, honestly. Barcus wouldn't say so in so many words. Men don't usually appreciate being told they're precious. What he does say, every now and again when he comes across them, is that he's delighted they're enjoying the workshop. Thrilled they're so comfortable here. Really at this point it's as much Viktor's as it is Barcus', even if the gnome is still the one who holds the license. And Xander...well, he knows him less well, but it's easy to see from the way he treats Viktor, what a good man he is.

So. Yes. Precious.

He's been working on building more of his Firefly devices on the evening he comes across them cuddling in the lounge. His fingers are a little bruised from all the detailed wiring, and he flexes and rubs his own hands as he wanders in. His eyebrows go up at the scene he's presented with, but then he can't help but smile.

"I thought I heard your voices. You two look just a bit smug, settled in there." But sure, since he's been invited, he's not too shy to fetch himself a clean teacup and pour a little wine.

"I'll just sit nearby and bask in the glow of your affection, shall I?" A tease. He's a little wistful, perhaps, but there's nothing but approval in his eyes.