[Joshua isn't the only one laughing. Dion's shoulders tremble with barely restrained chuckles. They spill out the moment Joshua loops his arms around him, a noise that drips with the sort of delight he hasn't felt in so long.

He shifts his arms just long enough to hand over Joshua's knife. The last thing they need is him dropping that. Or accidentally stabbing Joshua in the ass. Dion already feels as if Clive is watching them warily, and knows that he's skirting on dangerous territory if that is true. The last thing he needs is to injure his brother on top of sweeping him away.]

That is on you, my dear. Have I not been sweeping you off your feet from moment one?

[Given Joshua's position, it makes it difficult for Dion's chest to puff out in pride. He still tries, though.]

Now, tea in your room, then? Or my own?