Barcus bustles around the room quietly, putting things away as they speak together, and taking a moment for himself to message Bel and let him know he'll be home either very late, or in the morning. He's not eavesdropping, but he does catch the bit about three taps, and files it away in his mind as he dampens the fire and tucks the food under a glass cloche to keep animals from scenting it and coming in for a nibble.

He offers a hand to whichever of them prefers to take it, and guides them out of the workshop. It's late enough, no one else is there anyway, and he can lock up behind their departure without inconveniencing anyone. The walk back to the Inn is leisurely, as there is no call to rush them, and his legs are short anyway.

Once they're in Xander's room, he looks up at them with a warm smile: "Ground rules, gentlemen? I enjoy kissing, for one thing, but I do understand if you prefer to keep that for one another. And if one of you is usually more...in charge," his gaze strays to Viktor briefly, because of that tap me thrice, "I'm happy to defer to him."