[The innuendo caught him by surprise, but his startled bark of laughter was morphed quickly into a wicked giggle at the blow to his shoulder. The fact that Edmund had caught himself and tried to reprimand him was twice as funny as the words themselves and Peter's shoulders shook with his laughter.

It was short lived, but it seemed to clear some of the dark clouds in his mind and when he pulled away from the fingers unpicking his braids, his eyes were once more bright and happy.]

Yes, well. If my being twisted in knots earns me more of your wicked self, I'll consider it an equal trade. You've not laughed enough, Brother. I hate it.