Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

He laughed. It was not a deep sound like thunder, like what the man beside him might summon. It was a light sound akin to songbirds in spring. Perhaps a bit girlish when paired with his sheepish smile. Or maybe it isn’t girlish. Maybe it is simply Patroclus.

Easily smitten when given a smidge of attention.

It does not hurt my ears or bore me, if that’s what you’re asking. He served back in fellow playfulness. Also with a soft smile that did not contain even an ounce of the confidence his new alpha had.