"Think what you like!" Thorin huffs, but relaxes where he is. Frerin is cheating by threading fingers into his hair. He knows it. Regarding how Frerin looks rather lovely out of breath and roughed up from their game, he does look away to have a look about where they are.

Not a terrible place to set up camp actually. He'll push himself up, kneeling beside his brother now, a hand resting on Frerin's chest.

"We should make camp, give the ponies a moments rest."