"You don't hate me yet," Hermes said easily. "Nor have you used my master as a means to an end." Not that he thought Alcuin would, of course. Carrick was already as much as he could be in Hermes' pocket and there was some honour to be had amongst spies and thieves. "You might well somehow make yourself the peacemaker that keeps the two of us from trying to undo each other. Three isn't a crowd. It's the balance between two extremes, the middle ground, a necessary point. And besides, threesomes are fuckin' awesome."
He took a bite of his apple and considered everything carefully. "Possibly better than orgies, actually. Too many minds and bodies and smells to keep track of." That many bodies fucking in one place definitely gave off an odor, and the fewer thoughts competing for his attention, the better lover Hermes was. "Though to be fair, I don't hate you either and only really dislike him because I managed to get myself accidentally genuinely in love with someone who objectively probably doesn't deserve it since he'll only kill me once I start showing my age. Anyone else he might sell, but I know far too much." Easier to finally cave and drain a fae dry than it would be to deal with the looming fear that said fae might spill so many secrets out of sheer spite. He nudged his friend over to a bench under a large maple tree, leaves already turned and beautiful. "I chose him, you know," he said softly. "Not the other way around, no matter how much he'd like to believe that."