". . .I know we were hired to protect the royal little snot, discreetly, but are you ever tempted-"

"Inescapably." Ivey said wryly, stretching lazily further across his lover's bed. "You know if we take the little snot to pieces, we are guaranteed to have . . . difficulties, after, even with the escape route I prepped when we first landed on this island."

Stanislav huffed, flinging himself across the bed - and nearly across Ivey's legs - and muttering something about it potentially being worth it; Ivey wouldn't be surprised if his impatience - and irritation - finally overcame his well-paid loyalty to his duty soon, and . . . made a mental note to check their go-bags were still ready - after all, his lover wasn't the only one with a bloodthirsty side, he just had less talent for hiding it and less patience than Ivey.