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Oh. Sláine was delighted. Had he been given the time, he was going to get off so that they could start getting dressed and ready to leave. Eurion's statement about them being insufferable just made the prince snicker, unable to defend himself and unwilling to defend the other two. He knew it, just as everyone else did. There was no denying how easy it was to recognize how insufferable the twins could be. Adding Aideen to the mix had only amped up the antics even more, thought Caoimhe tended to be a frequent target of his guard and was more occupied by fending her off than his usual terrorizing.
But then hands on his chest distracted him, and he was flipped with ease. Eurion stared down at him, saying something—but he was smiling. Sláine blinked up at the assassin as he tried to peel his gaze off of the man's lips. His own smile was broken up by him biting the corner of his lip, as if he could somehow suppress it that way. "Oh really?" he challenged, finally able to look up and meet Eurion's eyes. His arms lazily rested above his head, wrists crossed, as he let the assassin keep him trapped beneath him. "What makes you say that? I'm innocent."
Maybe… maybe he could steal this Eurion away for himself. Maybe he could wrangle it into some way that he could have the assassin to himself, and they could go back to this. The comfort. The seeming familiarity between them. The assassin that would curl up into his chest. Maybe he could keep bringing it back, even if he knew it would ultimately kill him to part ways afterwards. Eurion wouldn't want to keep up contact once the whole thing was over, and they didn't need each other anymore. But Sláine was never one to coddle himself, and maybe that was a bad thing, because he set himself up for pain. He'd take it, though, just to steal away moments like this.