Lev makes another mental note of the sudden intrusion of Yiddish into Hawkeye's sentences—he's sorely tempted to reply in mama-lushn, see how Hawkeye handles them apples; he never quite outgrew being a mazik, after all, something his husband appreciates likely only due to certain nuances of their relationship.
Nuances he'd love to explain to Hawkeye, alongside the other nuance that Hawkeye seems to think could not possibly exist (namely: an open marriage).
But really, Hawkeye's so agitated that teasing him is no fun any more. He's not used a safeword, but he's certainly acting like he would, if he knew what it was. So Lev sighs, and acquiesces.
"Nu, okay, dearest," he says, unconsciously mimicking his husband. "If thou'rt sure, I shan't press the matter no more. But nu, like ..." he pauses, twirling a strand of his hair around one finger. "If thou change'st not thy mind, I shan't presume it could be changed. But I hope that friendship's not off the table?"
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Lev makes another mental note of the sudden intrusion of Yiddish into Hawkeye's sentences—he's sorely tempted to reply in mama-lushn, see how Hawkeye handles them apples; he never quite outgrew being a mazik, after all, something his husband appreciates likely only due to certain nuances of their relationship.
Nuances he'd love to explain to Hawkeye, alongside the other nuance that Hawkeye seems to think could not possibly exist (namely: an open marriage).
But really, Hawkeye's so agitated that teasing him is no fun any more. He's not used a safeword, but he's certainly acting like he would, if he knew what it was. So Lev sighs, and acquiesces.
"Nu, okay, dearest," he says, unconsciously mimicking his husband. "If thou'rt sure, I shan't press the matter no more. But nu, like ..." he pauses, twirling a strand of his hair around one finger. "If thou change'st not thy mind, I shan't presume it could be changed. But I hope that friendship's not off the table?"