Aleifr ignores it at first, but the grunting and rutting noises just keep going. The longer Aleifr ignores it, the louder Mac gets - like a child demanding attention.

By the time Aleifr's sat down on the bench to actually start lifting, he's run out of patience for it. He sighs in annoyance, drags his hand down his face, and finally looks at Mac.

"What?"