Sleepily, Miquel rouses himself, and Cesare looks sheepish, both torn from something very pleasant the moment Xellos starts to yelp.
"Umm. Are you in pain?" Miquel inquires, raising an eyebrow in worry.
Cesare rubs his face and, after a quick glance at Xellos's writhing, focuses on Miquel. That was nice, he smiles. I didn't know you could do that, out of the blue.
I think Xellos is going to vomit, Miquel counters drily.