"Of course. I wouldn't dream of leaving without finishing all these bottles of wine and plates of delicious food."

Ragnar smiled and touched Eli's cheek. Even if the man was still pining for that ginger---the guitarist could at least try to cheer him up. Besides, the Swede liked the American and his roguish roughness.

"Your nose ring is cute. Has anyone told you that?"

Maybe Ragnar was flirting a little.