So far, Kirk had found he felt most at home in the tavern of Skyhold. It was warm, full of people with murmured conversation and raucous laughter. It felt like something he would find on Earth. The beer left something to be desired, but beggars couldn't be choosers and he was betting the beer was safer to drink than the water. He wanted to live, after all, and there wasn't a good reason to see how well his immune system worked against foreign pathogens.

He looks up when he hears someone speak to him, used to being somewhat left alone, especially when he came in wearing his uniform. Still, the man was good looking and some company would be nice, so he kicks out the seat in question and flashes him an answering smile in return.

"Now it is."