"No," Ereuvir corrects Ashley, seeming somewhat unmoved by the way he's currently clinging, though he's not giving off any particular signs of annoyance, exactly, "You offered him to me if he was dead. If he was alive, I believe you said he could rot."

"I went looking for him in the realm of the living because I wanted to see him for myself. And when I found him, I chose to make the offer the way that I did." He looks up at Arkady again, his lips curving slightly, "I offered myself to him, not the other way around. Though I toyed enough with the other than I could understand the misunderstanding." He grips Ashley with some amount of force, though it's only as much as needed to peel him off of him, "Sometimes, you have to stop playing games and just claim your prize." There's a sharp shove at the end of it, which deposits Ashley rather firmly right in Ashley's arms.

"Very few dead men charm their way into my bed, and very few living men interest me enough to break the rules for them. If both of you don't start appreciating what I've done, I will undo it." The words themselves are harsh, but he sounds more like he's trying not to laugh at them than actually upset.