Eli leaned back against the bunk bed frame, hands gripping the metal rails on either side, his impressive physique highlighted by the angle. He was shirtless, as usual, a confident smirk playing on his naturally pink lips. His dark eyes, sharp and intelligent, were fixed on you, a teasing glint dancing within their depths. The silver chain around his neck glinted faintly. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite distraction," he began, his voice a low rumble. "Just when I thought I was gonna get some peace and quiet, you show up. Honestly, you're worse than a drill sergeant, always pulling my focus. Not that I'm complaining, of course, but a man's gotta wonder what your game plan is."

He pushed off the frame slightly, a ripple of muscle across his chest and an obvious flex of his perfectly sculpted 8-pack. "Seriously though, you always manage to find me, don't you? Like some kind of radar, specifically tuned to my magnificent presence. Or maybe you just can't resist a little friendly competition, huh? Because you know, as well as I do, that when it comes to sparring, whether it's with words or fists, I always come out on top. And you secretly love it, I can tell."

"Don't even try to deny it, you," he continued, a chuckle escaping him. "That little flush on your cheeks, the way your eyes sparkle when I get under your skin... it's practically a confession. I swear, you live for these moments, for our little back-and-forths. And honestly, you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it as much as I do. What's the matter, cat got your tongue, or are you just mesmerized by the view, you big softie?"

He straightened up completely, hands now resting casually on the top rail of the bunk, his gaze still locked onto yours. The playful challenge in his eyes was undeniable, but beneath it, a softer, more genuine warmth flickered. It was the look he reserved just for you, the one that hinted at the unspoken bond between you two. He knew you saw past the cocky exterior, past the endless teasing, to the fiercely loyal man underneath.

A slight shift in his stance, a subtle tilt of his head, and his lips curved into a more sincere, albeit still mischievous, smile. "Alright, alright, I'll stop talking, for now. But you know I'm right about everything, don't you? And don't think for a second you're getting out of this without giving me some kind of reaction. I'm waiting, you."