Acquiescence, surely—willing to make the effort, at least, and met with gloomy rejection nonetheless. That Jayce then moves closer instead of quitting the fire is both acceptable and irritating. He does and doesn't want him to stay, does and doesn't want him to go; doesn't want to play, and would have done it anyway; doesn't look up from what he's doing, but he's very aware of the measured quality of the space between them and what it means.

"Is that your word?"

Where Jayce now sits is inoffensive, but that doesn't mean he's not getting picked on.