It is his turn to flush but he does not waver. Somehow it's so much easier to weather Hythlodaeus' flirting now. A part of him wishes he could shed this body or mould it anew let his friend have him in the truest sense, Solus zos Galvus being but another mask in a long line of previous. Alas...

"I suppose," he allows, leaning once more into their playful act. He traces idle circles around one nipple, resisting the urge to kiss Hythlodaeus again. "Then how would you propose to distract me, my ever-mindful second?"