Penelope studied his expression as he was reluctant to answer her after she said she wished to accompany him. When he finally told her no, the knight rolled her eyes at him. “Well, frankly [i]love[/i], I don’t give a damn.” She stated stubbornly. Though she was only using the word ‘love’ as a poke at how he usually addressed her, saying the word out loud and to him of all people, made her briefly flustered. How he said it so casually was far beyond her understanding. Her cheeks gained a light pink shade after she realized what she had called him but she didn’t dwell on it for long and quickly continued her argument. 

“You prefer to work solo because that’s what you know best. But that doesn’t mean it is best, especially for this. This isn’t just you stealing like usual, Crow. It’s the king’s mission and I know that must mean you’re at a far disadvantage. Not just in preparation but also the fact that you’ve been in prison for a whole year.” She explained. Her brows furrowed and she gave an expression of concern. Penelope scooted slightly closer to him so the distance between them wasn’t as big. It was beginning to feel weird to talk to him at such distance. “It’d be good for you to have someone watching your back in there. And if things get bad, I can make sure you have a way out. I can look out for myself and for you.”

Her soft expression was quickly replaced with a smug smirk with a challenging gleam in her eyes. “Besides, although I prefer that you just agree to my help, I’m willing to play the ‘thief might run away with the staff’ card to William. He’d of course say that someone should accompany you and naturally, I’d volunteer since he’s a bit too arrogant and Abraxas is a bit too slow.” She added mockingly innocent shrug.