"Ah, Christ," Jamie groaned, but he was laughing. "I'll fall and break my ankle or something, you watch. I am also not climbing on the sofa, so nobody worry."
He grinned as Theseus kissed him. "I'm pretty sure I can live with your terms," he laughed.
Jamie didn't roll his eyes in a fond fashion, like he might usually. He had a feeling it might be misinterpreted. "Pretty much the opposite," he said instead. "Dad tends to make whooping noises if he catches us at it. He likes Theseus."