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“I am…distracted.” Thorin glanced at Dis pointedly as he sprawled back on his bed.
She sighed and continued sharpening the blade that she held carefully in her hand. “Distracted?”
“Aroused.” He groused.
Dis rolled her eyes and paused for a moment. She looked over the knife with deliberate slowness before she placed it back on the table. She didn’t turn toward him, instead she choose another of the knives from the table and set back to work.
“Dis-” he began in a voice that he would deny was a whine if asked about later. “Come, put your blades away and come to bed.”
“Perhaps if you run to the kitchens and get me something to eat I’ll join you.”
Thorin looked up, suddenly hopeful. “I can do that.” If he was being honest at that particular point he would be willing to dye the Elven king’s prized elk pink if she demanded it in the hope that she would join him.
“Then go. If you are lucky, I may be finished when you get back.”
Wordlessly he rolled off of the bed and climbed to his feet. He flashed her a wide grin as he quickly made his way out of his chambers, a spring in his step that hadn’t been there before. If it was dinner Dis wanted, dinner she would get.