Ragnar looked up at the mirror where the bag was now wrapped around and was grateful for Eli thinking of his little mouse, not that he'd forget about Albin. It was more he was about to take his bag off after another few kisses.

"Thank you. Albin will be safe up there in between my brushes and make-up."

He'd likely be asleep inside the make-up bag all nice and warm. Moving back to the American, Ragnar kissed the man on the lips and then squeezed his thigh.