"How kind of you to say so." Tarn invites himself to have a seat, ruby red eyes keeping York's even stare.

His lips quirk up into a small smile, tight and forced.

"I must admit that I am a bit surprised to see you up and about. I was sure that you would have fallen ill by now." Tarn shrugs. He can't win them all. "Ah well, next time, I suppose."