All the undressing was so normal to Mac that he didn't realize it was happening until Ilormael's roaming eyes made him aware and self-conscious. He'd tried tugging his robes closed again but Uldren's hands were too clever, yanking and sliding and generally making it pretty impossible to worm away. Not that he cared all that much; between the two of them and the fire he was warm enough and dry enough t tolerate being stripped bare, if Uldren wished it.
However, Mac was started out of his internal debates, struck by the elf's outburst and admittance. Green eyes widened before flicking over his shoulder at the prince, smiling warmly and shrugging.
"He's scared of you," Mac remarked needlessly, chuckling softly even as he blushed a bit, baffled that someone would suggest him as a preference over the Prince. Pretty bold, he thought, and maybe not the most quality decision, but Mac failed to see much value in himself when compared to the company he kept.
"He's asking about he and I. That's up to you, my prince," the Guardian purred, smiling lazily, entirely content now that the elf was in good company and a fine mood and Uldren was fit to get his. Things were turning out better than expected. "I accept any decision you make." And he fully intended to. He expected Uldren to make whatever decision was best and most rewarding for all involved, still able to be diplomatic, even if he wasn't as good at it as his sister. Mac was willing to do just about anything at that point and there was little doubt left for Uldren, who by then knew the Guardian well enough to know when he'd flipped the switch entirely.
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However, Mac was started out of his internal debates, struck by the elf's outburst and admittance. Green eyes widened before flicking over his shoulder at the prince, smiling warmly and shrugging.
"He's scared of you," Mac remarked needlessly, chuckling softly even as he blushed a bit, baffled that someone would suggest him as a preference over the Prince. Pretty bold, he thought, and maybe not the most quality decision, but Mac failed to see much value in himself when compared to the company he kept.
"He's asking about he and I. That's up to you, my prince," the Guardian purred, smiling lazily, entirely content now that the elf was in good company and a fine mood and Uldren was fit to get his. Things were turning out better than expected. "I accept any decision you make." And he fully intended to. He expected Uldren to make whatever decision was best and most rewarding for all involved, still able to be diplomatic, even if he wasn't as good at it as his sister. Mac was willing to do just about anything at that point and there was little doubt left for Uldren, who by then knew the Guardian well enough to know when he'd flipped the switch entirely.