Robb stayed silent for a long beat, his teeth clamping fleshy bottom lip to keep laughter at bay. Oh God, love, Were the moment not so very very serious he would've thrown his arms around his boyfriend and squeezed the life from him. Too adorable. You're way off on this one...
"And you sell yourself far too short, Krasevyi."
A lifetime spent in the shadows as the ultimate (and mostly unwanted) ugly duckling, Jon seldom realized his true worth. Oh, he could strut and preen with the best of them given enough alcohol and suggestion but on a normal, day-to-day basis Jon considered himself 'just another bloke in the crowd.' Exceptionally clever and talented but not a standout when it came to drawing attention on looks alone - which was complete rubbish. Could stop traffic if he'd a mind to. Another reason why Robb loved him so; there was very minimal cockiness to Jon. In the fickle world of dating and sexual conquests, that was a particular trait one didn't encounter all that often. Sweet and fresh as a spring lamb gamboling across green fields and not so wrapped up in his self that he was a total obnoxious wanker, Robb coveted these traits and never wanted Jon to lose them.
"This time round I'm just a spectator," he freely admitted, smile quirking the corners of his mouth as he was no longer able to keep the amusement one hundred percent under wraps. So there. For once this isn't about me and Renly. You've nothing to worry your silly old head about.
"Strange and Princess Daisy have both expressed great interest in you."
And why not? A gay man would have to be blind, dumb and one foot on the proverbial banana peel to pass up the opportunity. Hell, if Jon sported even half a stiffy beneath those tight trousers he could rival Jesus in the changing water to wine and bringing people back from the dead departments.