For a moment Slav wished he was a sleeker charmer like Erik, but the thought was lost, as they usually were, and he was back to drooling over Mary. Especially standing as she was, practically on display in a way that he appreciated in a wholly visceral feeling.
There was something strange yet understandable about the unconscious sensation he got whenever he was around the older man and Mary, as well as with Maddie in attendance. That he was out of his depth by comparison, leaving him feeling unusually gauche and not knowing why. If he had known why, he would have likely just been confused by it, so it was best he was left in the dark on the subject.
With that bashful edge that dogged him then, Slav still could not resist the urge to move up to stand directly behind her. Supposedly just to look over what was on the table, but really just so that he could get up close and rather personal with her.