An expression of contentment tugged on the corners of Callon’s mouth, as he stared at the TV over Jaen’s shoulder.
Growling, Jaen gave him a none-too-subtle jab in the ribs. “Here we are discussing Sirius’ skill with rib bones and ribboned muscle, and a damn hockey game turns out to be your lullaby. Wipe that flaccid look off your face, and focus.”
Callon tapped his temple with a bottle of beer. “Multitasking, Jaen dear. So, perhaps we let Sirius complete the summoning. Give the Keldoor Brothers something to play with.”
“And put our heads in a sack? No thank you.”
(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: flaccid, lullaby, sack)