Further to the immediate memory of his head hitting stone, Bragi felt a thud of guilt in his heart, knowing that the fun may well be over. Oh it had been a special kind of fun sure enough — perhaps "thrill" was a better word for it — but when it came down to it he was greatly enjoying his time with this rebellious gentleman. He wasn't ready for that time to tick away.

But he was hurt, and it was sensible to be sensible. If Tybalt Kirke of all people had decided the fun was over, perhaps it really had to be. "Alright", Bragi agreed quietly; but despite it all he gave a breathless smile. "That was... quite something."