His ears grow warm and a flush runs up his neck. He pointedly refuses to look back at either of them, snapping sulkily.

"I told you: you acted that way in almost every interaction we had. How was I to know it meant something more?"

'Adorable'. 'Cute'. He dislikes how these words are becoming more common when the others speak of him.

"That said, Irhya, what interest could you possibly have in seeing us bed each other?"