[ The need to positively combat boredom-- oh sure, twas near unendurable how entertaining it was to drop truth bombs upon the Scions left and right however this was a different feeling entirely, this was vastly more human in nature and it breathed life into him-- it was the same life that had him walking down different paths from his fellow Ascians, taking a more mortal approach. Mock the human expirience? He would invariably do that-- but even he could not deny that there was a poignancy to it

His eyes glance down at Sigr and perhaps the Hrothgar can see the shade of his smile, ever tilting upward, though a shade wicked. But not in a particularly villanesque way; it was just a play on how very entertained he was in this moment shared between them ]

So.. if I reachedy fingers down and curled my fingers into your fur and just every so lightly tugged, would that count as outside the bedroom?

[ it seemed as if someone had just given Emet-Selch a bit of fire to play with, and he was no stranger to dancing on a matchstick's end--

There sadly was nothing he could do about the tail starting to thwap indolently against the shine of his boots-- except to raise his foot up, letting the tail ride against it as if it was a temporary acting see-saw ]