The boundless energy of Aarne had Hans giggling and just glad to be back in the company of the Fin. He could feel himself being dragged into the room as he spotted Rik and another blond haired boy with him. That must be his söt pojke--his sweet boy. Hans waved at Rik then found himself smiling broadly.

"Well, thank you, Aarne. But I am old enough to find someone myself."

Hans, gently patting Aarne on the shoulder as he turned towards Rik. The boy still had amazingly big hair and that cheeky look on his face. The prankster. Or one of them. Back at Hunter's mansion, Rik often played tricks on Hans and Hunter as well as poor Vars. This was with Aarne of course.

"Are you matchmaker now, Aarne?"

The Swede just laughing and glancing towards the other boy who was with Rik.