"Yet, you're doing exactly what I asked. My idea." He let himself look blatantly smug, but affectionate, up at the other. Of course, there was truth in Lothar's words. Their minds tended to align themselves more often than not and he was sure it was both frustrating and useful to those around them. Undoubtedly Taria counted herself among those who were more than a little exasperated by her husband and brother, though he doubted she would ever take them any other way.

A chuckle erupts from him at the way those deft fingers tangled over the laces of those damn breeches. Of course, Llane didn't often openly say his admiration for his close friend, he could see why it shocked him into making a mistake. Though that little failure caused Llane's hands to draw themselves from the bed and bat Anduin's hands away to do it himself.

Llane found amusement in the fact that Lothar was nearly bare while he was only without his shirts and crown. Beneath that, there was a growing pride in his friend and how lucky he was to have such people who wanted him to relax and stop stressing over his kingdom.

"I do expect you to give me proper input on my suggestions tomorrow," he suddenly sing-songed, peering up at Anduin from wavy auburn hair getting right into his eyes. "That is if Taria doesn't yell at one of us." His hands took the chance to tug the laces free completely and pull the other's pants off, grinning roguishly up at him.