This must be what his brothers thought when he went all distract-o boy on them, Slav thought, as she repeated her greeting. Still, he mentally shrugged and grinned anyway. A bit carelessly, and as if it was about to wander off at a moment's notice, much like Slav himself.
He was largely oblivious, but he was not dead. At eighteen, it would be supremely depressing if he had not noticed that she was attractive. Older than him, but that certainly did not seem to matter in the least to the Middlest Jones. Ella's hand was smaller than his, and quite a bit softer in a way that immediately told him that she was not used to really physical work with them. An interesting contrast.
"Sure, yeah," came his immediate reply. He missed the double meaning entirely, so much so that it nearly made a whooshing sound as it flew over his head. "Playing alone is never as much fun."