It was nice to know that even someone as sturdy as Urudal felt the same pain.  He was musing over what to give the man for it when Urudal got playful.  Ilion gave a little chuckle, but it was cut off when his hand was grabbed and placed against a solid chest.  The skin there was hot, and he could indeed feel Urudal’s heart beating away in a slow and steady rhythm.  Of his hand, he could only see his thumb, and it looked entirely too small and pale against the other man’s body.  He moved it over the smooth, hot skin and again found himself wondering what it would be like to tumble into bed with him.  His gaze slid up to study Urudal, to figure out how to take this little bout of playfulness.  Was it flirting?  Was it just him being funny and physicality was just part of him and his culture?  Was he getting back at Ilion for teasing him earlier?<br/><br/>“Definitely fatal,” he murmured after another few moments, giving a melodramatic sigh of exasperation afterward.  “To be honest, there’s no helping you.  All you’re good for now is for harvesting organs, I’m afraid.”  He whipped a small scalpel from the med kit and held it alarmingly close to Urudal’s sternum.  “Where should we begin?  Heart?  Seems pretty sturdy to me.  Might be worth a lot.”  He moved the blade lower, keeping a mere inch between the razor sharp blade and the other man’s skin.  “Liver?  Kidneys?”  Lower still, until the blade was pointed between Urudal’s legs.  The corner of Ilion’s mouth twitched up.  “I bet this would fetch a pretty penny.”