Having finally cleaned all of the bubblegum off from Harley's bazooka, (What, you thought he would let himself get hit by a massively destructive weapon?) JN decided that he'd let Eithne have the Win long enough. He set off in pursuit, traveling up her mountain yet again. Upon catching up to the user of red magicks, he sneaks up behind he and ... tickles her! JN is immediately lost because Eithne's laughter is as enchanting as everything else about her. Perhaps it's a defense mechanism of some sort, but in this case it backfires. Lost in the sound of her laughter, he relentlessly continues to make it come forth. Sides, ribs, armpits, belly, even feet once she collapses to the ground to make them available -- all are teased and tormented in his captivated daze. Only when she goes silent, too exhausted or out of breath to produce any more of the intoxicating sound, does he shake himself out of it and remember to grab his prize. He walks off, looking back at her occasionally until he managed to be more himself and pick up speed to get a way.
That was truly marvelous, almost as good as having ... my Win.