Chaste the kiss may be, but no less loving from Sinric's behalf. He lets Ragnar guide him to snuggle between them, his limbs loose as he sprawls so he's touching them both, anchoring himself to his beloveds.

"Not war-like trouble. Their leader, Jaliar is a cunning man who plays at being a barbarian but just as clever as any I've known. He demures and delays, and every night throws wild parties for his honoured guests. I think he hopes that hung over and tired, Yan will make some mistake to his advantage." He yawns again. "And all the while I dance and sing and keep Jaliar's eyes on me so he doesn't notice that Yan isn't drinking."