I’ll get you to pamper me

When Eiravyne didn't say a word, Urag wiggled his eyebrows, exaggerating a pout.

 "You know it's a crime to leave me all alone like this. I might just get lonely, and you wouldn't want to be responsible for my heartbreak, would you?" 

He leaned back, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Just imagine the scandal—Urag, the king's sorcerer, heartbroken over a stubborn girl. How will I ever recover?" 

He patted the spot beside him, his grin widening. "So why not join me? I promise it'll be much more fun than staring at the grass."

Urag extended his arm dramatically, creating an inviting space beside him in the bed. 

"Seriously, Eiravyne, don't make me beg," he teased, his voice playfully exaggerated. "Just look at this cozy spot I've made for you! It's practically calling your name." He gestured with a flourish, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Come on, sweet Eiravyne. The sheets are warm, and I promise I won't bite... unless you ask nicely."