"How impressive," Rhysand said in a tone somewhere between truly engaged and playful mock. He turned on his side and scrunched the pillow up under his right arm as if to help support his weight. The movement, just to get up and turn, dragged around one wing across the floor and it flapped out before laying in alignment with the other behind him.
"Do I have to smile?" he teased and instead stuck his tongue out. Suggestively? Certainly.