( ohhhh nooooooo everything about this makes Hwylryn grin, grin enough that he can feel it in his cheeks as he tries not to laugh for the sake of Ish's pride (but it's an endeared laugh, for what it's worth) - though, perhaps that's a lost cause at this point. )

Why would I kill you when I like you soooooo much?

( And there's not a falsehood in that. )

Three's a really nice number, though. Can I get a third, please? Pretty, pretty please?

( three ways 2 torment ish with kisses: goad him into kissing, stealing a kiss, asking very nicely for a kiss? (he can think of more but he's starting to have mercy. maybe.)

One hand releases Ish from Hwylryn's nefarious hold to brush back his hair again, once again to get a proper look at his face - his apple-red cheeks that much richer than the blush he'd worn before. )

But I can also wait. We can make it special.

( hwy probably isn't helping ish's predicament )