mary ate a little lamb

Lachlan didn’t take long to get comfortable in Tyrian’s presence, he sat close and enjoyed the attention he was receiving. Even if their dinner had been interrupted Lachlan loved to hear the sound of Tyr laughing along beside him. It was a warming feeling that went deeper than the other emotions he felt towards the King. Though, he hadn’t really noticed how tense Tyrian was until he leaned lightly against his supple limb. Concerned about the thought he had little to no solution as Tyrian explained how fruitful his flock had been this year.

He’d never really thought of sheep more than any other animal he preyed upon and livestock were a whole different ballgame, but maybe he could take up the skill of a shepherd. He didn’t know what kind of turn this relationship might take so he tried not to dwell too heavily. However much the thought of shepherding Tyrian’s sheep appealed to him.

Tyrian returned his focus on Lach, and the strange direction their dinner went. Their privacy had been ruined anyway and making their way to take a look around was just as tempting. He wasn’t sure if there would be anywhere quite as cozy as this, but he was eager to see if Tyrian had another surprise up his metaphorical sleeve.

”I like both, enjoy a few more bites in a cozy barn then walk off our meal.” He said brightly, as though he didn’t still have the head wound or the lamb on his ear hadn’t aggravated a headache. Lachlan didn’t want to get too far ahead of himself but the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them, ”Find somewhere else cozy without monkeys and lambs.” He chuckled nervously but his cheeks flushed bright red as he spoke.