“I only had three mugs,” Crow argued when Penelope accused him of having too much to drink. “Wasn’t [i]that[/i] much…” He frowned. “Okay, maybe it was a li’l more than I meant to drink, but still,” he smiled at her. “Drunk or sober, I know a beautiful woman when I see one.”

[color=fff79a][b]“It’s me: Penelope. Not whoever else the ale is letting you imagine,”[/b][/color] the knight said as she guided them into their room.

“And I’m Crow,” he laughed, his intoxicated mind finding her words amusing. “What’s yer point? Am I not allowed to find ‘Penelope’ attractive? ‘Cause if that’s the case, y’should lock me up now.”

“Hey! What’d I say about hitting on my woman?” Hartley chirped, narrowing his eyes at Crow.

“I don’t know,” Crow glared back. “‘Cause you don’t have a woman.”

“Lady stealer.”

“Delusional brat.”

Hartley opened his mouth to retort, but stopped as Penelope began to help him lay down on his bed. Suddenly distracted from his fight with Crow, he gazed up at her affectionately, “Thanks, Penelope. You’re the sweetest woman in the whole world.” He yawned and collapsed on the mat, snoring quietly as he immediately passed out.

“What an idiot,” Crow mumbled. “Not even man enough to finish what he started, after all that big talk. Hah!” He walked with Penelope as she led him to the mat that would serve as his bed for the night. However, when she moved to help him lay down, he wrapped his hands around the small of her back, dragging her down with him as he fell back against the bed.

“My offer still stands, y’know,” the thief grinned at her mischievously. He toyed with the hem of her dress with one hand as he held her close to himself with the other. “Just say the word, and I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget…” He yawned abruptly as exhaustion finally struck him. The alcohol was taking its toll. “Or… I guess we could take a raincheck,” he said, closing his eyes tiredly. His grip on Penelope slackened as he began drifting off to sleep.