He arched an eyebrow at Slav but knew that when the middlest said he wasn't mad, well... He wasn't mad. After all, he was so easily distracted with shiny things. Or in this case his very first model car. Nik wondered if he'd try to fix the flaws or leave them as a testament to his Childhood Self.
Sighing heavily, he palmed his face with his hand and looked at Slav from between his fingers silent for a long moment. Then he said, "You know, Gor asked the same thing earlier. No. If I were going to do something crazy, I would have done it already."
And really, he would have. There were a hundred places on board the ship that he could have the privacy to do something stupid... Maybe even a thousand. Why did his brothers have to keep bringing this up? Maybe when he spoke to Ios, they could skip this awkward part.