"Would you prefer me to ask you how your day went?" Llane queried with a soft, affectionate snort, though took the chance to gently push Lothar away enough that he could begin to toe his boots off.
Anduin's question gives him pause, brow raising and he looks up at his companion like he grew a second or third head. Had he grown tired of the sight before him? Was his friend a little stupid? Hadn't he told him just -- a soft sigh leaves Llane's body as he realizes that Lothar is being difficult and trying to prove a point he thinks. He returns to toeing his boots off and mulls over what to say in return to that.
"Always," he settled for as a beginning, "and I will never get tired of looking at you. There is always some new scar or bruise for me to discover, I find it hard to not be excited at the idea of rememorizing you."
Llane smiles, leaning forward to rest his forehead against his friends stomach. "You must be insane to think I'd ever get tired of that. Or are you hinting that you're tired of your king? I didn't order you here. I can easily show myself back to the war room if I'm unwanted and this is a chore, Anduin."
He was teasing him, mostly at least. He did not find the idea that perhaps it was true appealing in the least. Lothar was attractive, he could have his pick of anyone if he truly wanted it and Llane would not stand to know if this was simply just a formality at this point. Anduin was to be happy, if it was not Llane who could provide it... well he may sulk and nurse his wounded heart, but he would never stand in the way of it.
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"Would you prefer me to ask you how your day went?" Llane queried with a soft, affectionate snort, though took the chance to gently push Lothar away enough that he could begin to toe his boots off.
Anduin's question gives him pause, brow raising and he looks up at his companion like he grew a second or third head. Had he grown tired of the sight before him? Was his friend a little stupid? Hadn't he told him just -- a soft sigh leaves Llane's body as he realizes that Lothar is being difficult and trying to prove a point he thinks. He returns to toeing his boots off and mulls over what to say in return to that.
"Always," he settled for as a beginning, "and I will never get tired of looking at you. There is always some new scar or bruise for me to discover, I find it hard to not be excited at the idea of rememorizing you."
Llane smiles, leaning forward to rest his forehead against his friends stomach. "You must be insane to think I'd ever get tired of that. Or are you hinting that you're tired of your king? I didn't order you here. I can easily show myself back to the war room if I'm unwanted and this is a chore, Anduin."
He was teasing him, mostly at least. He did not find the idea that perhaps it was true appealing in the least. Lothar was attractive, he could have his pick of anyone if he truly wanted it and Llane would not stand to know if this was simply just a formality at this point. Anduin was to be happy, if it was not Llane who could provide it... well he may sulk and nurse his wounded heart, but he would never stand in the way of it.