Elias dragged his hands down his face and peeked at Ashwin through his fingers. The man was still slouched on the sofa like he was on a coffee break, one boot hooked over the other, a faint smile cutting across his mouth.
"You're enjoying this," Elias said flatly. "Why are you in such a good mood?"
Ashwin tilted his head, feigning innocence. "I'm always in a good mood."
"No, you're always relaxed. This," Elias gestured at him with a sharp flick of his fingers, "isn't relaxed. This is… casual like a cat that's already caught the mouse. What do you know?"
Ashwin's grin widened, just enough to flash teeth. "Maybe I just like watching you finally admit you've fallen for him. It's cute."
Elias's brown eyes narrowed to slits. "And maybe I should start locking the fucking doors."
"You can try," Ashwin said with unbearable smugness, catching the edge of the sofa with one boot. "I'll just break them."
"Now would you tell him, or should I…"
