"Yes, I am. Who told you?"

Ragnar giggled a little and licked a line around his wine glass just because he could. Both of his brothers often said that he was the prissy flirty diva out of the family. He loved this of course. The Swede was getting drunk too and could feel his pulse quicken a little at the prospect of eventually getting closer to Eli.

"Your nose ring is very cute, darling."