When Belca accidentally nicks his finger, the first thing Eco does is put it in his mouth; the second is to smile at the mortified face in front of him as he wraps a sliver of cloth around it.
"Better?"
"It would've been fine without the whole- putting it in your mouth thing!"
"It helps it heal faster! Anyways, you were gonna do it anyways."
Belca scowls and tries to pull his finger away; Eco holds onto it, gaze steady. A minute ticks on by, and the bard squeezes it gently; Belca winces and tries to jerk it away again.
"Hey -"
"Want me to kiss it?"
"- huh?"
Eco repeats it slowly, as if talking to a child,
"Want me to kiss it?"
"Don't talk to me like that." Pause. Angry blush. "Why?"
"It'll help the pain go away!"
Belca gives him a look, but doesn't try to stop him when he kisses it. A soft pressure, and Eco's bright eyes staring at him mischeviously- he scowls, pulls his finger away, and turns.
"You done?"
"Does it feel better?"
"It was fine before you did that!"
Eco's laughter follows him out of the room.