“Mm,” Ivar purrs. “You did rather tire yourselves out last night.” Thrain twitches beneath me and sighs in annoyance. “Would it serve any purpose at all if I asked you to not bring it up all the time?” “No. I’m going to bring it up as much as I want. In fact I may compose a song about it.” “Freya save us,” Thrain grunts. He grumbles something else but it gets lost in his drinking horn.
