For a few moments Mac was allowed to enjoy genuine tenderness and affection, which were the things he most looked forward to. Fortunately, though Uldren largely seemed to avoid such displays, Mac cherished every one. That time was no different and Ilormael blushed to play witness to something obviously more private than the earlier passion.
"No no, stay, of course. You brought food and you're soaked to the bone!" the Guardian protested, waving a hand and inhaling deeply. "The meat smells amazing. You should stay and eat. I promise, you're safe with us."
The elf glanced up again, flicking his eyes between the two.
"Am I? Or just safe with you..."
Mac blinked twice, looking between Uldren and the elf before shaking his head.
"You're safe," the Guardian insisted, gesturing vaguely. "I don't even know if he's interested in you, but he wouldn't like...force himself on you. And he wouldn't make me do anything. I'm pretty sure he's got his own worries. He wouldn't want to do anything unless I wanted to as well. Consent is...well. Complicated. It's all complicated bu--"
"So you're saying I'm safe so long as you aren't interested. So what if you were?"
"What? B-but I'm just trying to say--"
"Are you interested?"
"What?"
"In me. Are you?" Ilormael asked archly, looking up from the cooked meat as he moved it away from the flames.
"I'm. I can't answer that," Mac floundered, licking his lips and looking to Uldren for some kind of help before he remembered the Awoken couldn't understand.
"So you don't find me attractive?" the elf baited, and Mac squeaked.
"Of course I do!"
"Is it because I'm an elf?"
"What? No! I've never even seen a real elf before you! I didn't even know they were real! They're just stories where I'm from!"
"So it's not a racial fetish?"
"No!"
"But you do find me attractive?" the elf asked, barely hiding his smirk, nostrils flaring in his efforts not to laugh at how fun it was to flustered the other man, even if he was risking angering the prince. So what? What could they do with no weapons and no stealth to get the drop on him? He could disappear in a whisper - if he wanted to.
"Yes of course!" Mac cried in response, unaware he was getting strung along in the elf's mischief.
"Your majesty," Ghost spoke up in only Uldren's comm. "Mac is having some difficulty with the elf. The elf seems to be....teasing him? Trapping Mac in his own words and implications. It may be prudent to intervene. Or not. I only thought you should know what was going on," the companion remarked, and then immediately began translating everything for Uldren as well, lending the convenience, even if Uldren might not be able to speak the language, he could at least know everything said.
"So if you wanted me, there would be no stopping him, right?" the elf asked, arching a brow and holding out meat on sticks to both men. Mac simply held his in stunned helplessness.
"It...it isn't like that! I wouldn't do anything you didn't want to!"
"So if I did want to, you'd what?"
"Wanted to what? Wanted to what!?" Mac squawked, flailing wildly, caught up in the heat of the moment.
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"No no, stay, of course. You brought food and you're soaked to the bone!" the Guardian protested, waving a hand and inhaling deeply. "The meat smells amazing. You should stay and eat. I promise, you're safe with us."
The elf glanced up again, flicking his eyes between the two.
"Am I? Or just safe with you..."
Mac blinked twice, looking between Uldren and the elf before shaking his head.
"You're safe," the Guardian insisted, gesturing vaguely. "I don't even know if he's interested in you, but he wouldn't like...force himself on you. And he wouldn't make me do anything. I'm pretty sure he's got his own worries. He wouldn't want to do anything unless I wanted to as well. Consent is...well. Complicated. It's all complicated bu--"
"So you're saying I'm safe so long as you aren't interested. So what if you were?"
"What? B-but I'm just trying to say--"
"Are you interested?"
"What?"
"In me. Are you?" Ilormael asked archly, looking up from the cooked meat as he moved it away from the flames.
"I'm. I can't answer that," Mac floundered, licking his lips and looking to Uldren for some kind of help before he remembered the Awoken couldn't understand.
"So you don't find me attractive?" the elf baited, and Mac squeaked.
"Of course I do!"
"Is it because I'm an elf?"
"What? No! I've never even seen a real elf before you! I didn't even know they were real! They're just stories where I'm from!"
"So it's not a racial fetish?"
"No!"
"But you do find me attractive?" the elf asked, barely hiding his smirk, nostrils flaring in his efforts not to laugh at how fun it was to flustered the other man, even if he was risking angering the prince. So what? What could they do with no weapons and no stealth to get the drop on him? He could disappear in a whisper - if he wanted to.
"Yes of course!" Mac cried in response, unaware he was getting strung along in the elf's mischief.
"Your majesty," Ghost spoke up in only Uldren's comm. "Mac is having some difficulty with the elf. The elf seems to be....teasing him? Trapping Mac in his own words and implications. It may be prudent to intervene. Or not. I only thought you should know what was going on," the companion remarked, and then immediately began translating everything for Uldren as well, lending the convenience, even if Uldren might not be able to speak the language, he could at least know everything said.
"So if you wanted me, there would be no stopping him, right?" the elf asked, arching a brow and holding out meat on sticks to both men. Mac simply held his in stunned helplessness.
"It...it isn't like that! I wouldn't do anything you didn't want to!"
"So if I did want to, you'd what?"
"Wanted to what? Wanted to what!?" Mac squawked, flailing wildly, caught up in the heat of the moment.