"Down, boy," Keira laughed, delighted with his response as she kissed his cheek. "You're so shameless." "That he is," Hugh sighed. "I've despaired of ever reforming him." "Lucky you." Keira ran an approving eye over both of them. "I must say, Hugh, I never thought I'd admit that you look sexier in jeans than in your kilt." "Ah, bloody Christ, the kilt." Hugh rolled his eyes. "Dunno why I had to be the only person wearing one." "You've the best legs of the bunch," Joel stated, with a waggle of his eyebrows. "You know... I long for the day when you lot'll be as fucking cold as I am while we're filming," Hugh said. "Now, that's not nice," Joel replied. "And we let you closest to the fire and everything during camp scenes." "Aren't you just the model of generosity?" "Would you prefer body heat?" "Boys --" "Sorry, mum." Both turned sheepish eyes to Keira, who patted them on the cheek. "Good lads. Now come on or we'll be late."
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