He startles when Hythlodaeus bursts into merriment, sultry act completely forgotten, only to frown and - dare one say - sulk once he realises his friend is laughing at him.

"You asked," he retorts, looking aside. Even now, he hates being mocked. So what if he wouldn't have done such a thing back then? Isn't it a question of what he would do now? There's a word for this, he's sure of it.

Roleplay, it's roleplay.

"If you're going to sit there and laugh at me then let me up," he continues sullenly.