Athelstan can't help the moan that the word, the teasing sucking on his ear cause and Ragnar's hand makes it no easier to remain question. As usual it's always hard to argue with Ragnar about this, or anything for that matter. He had his own misgivings, the immodesty of it is different than having seen Ragnar do so with Lagertha.

The lack of confidence that trails Athelstan in the bedroom is compounded in places where intimacy is unfamiliar but all the same Ragnar is hard to resist when Athelstan so easily feels a burning need for him. "How is it perfect? It's slippery, when you're done then instead of simply laying and resting one must do a multitude of things," he counters and maybe he's being a bit contrary just to give Ragnar a bit of his own medicine.