Crow was quite enjoying himself with Penelope in his arms. Despite all of his stress and worries surrounding Rikki, Gavin, and the interrogation they were supposed to be doing—too late for that now—the ale he’d had let him forget about it all in favor of focusing solely on the knight instead. He slid his hand around her middle, pressing her close to himself as they kissed. The feeling of her hand on his neck made him shiver, and a soft sigh escaped his lips.

He was just about to deepen the kiss when he absently heard Olivia call out to them. In the next moment, Penelope broke away from him to offer her friend an apology. He frowned, disappointed that she cut off the kiss so soon, and then looked up as the other knight addressed him. “Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes. “You win. Jus’ don’t espect this t’be a regul’r thing, a’ight? It was for th’ miss’n.”

“I was righ’, though,” Olivia grinned. “Y’ [i]are[/i] fun when yer drunk. It’s jus’ that Penelope gets t’ enjoy yer drunk ass th’ most.”

“What’re ya jealous?” Crow snickered teasingly.

“Not ‘n the sligh’est,” Olivia snorted. “I’ve got some’ne ev’n better.” As if to prove her point, she turned towards Alistair and swung a leg over his lap so that she was sitting on top of him as they began to kiss.

“Wha’ was that abou’ rememb’rin’ yer in public?” Crow drawled as he watched them.

Olivia glanced back with an apathetic shrug, “I w’s only remindin’ you two. [i]I[/i] don’ give a damn who’s ‘ere.” She stuck her tongue out at him before pressing into Alistair again, weaving her fingers through the thief’s hair as they kissed sloppily.

Crow shook his head and turned to Penelope with a devilish smirk, “Now the’, where were we?” He leaned in to trail kisses along her neck, being somewhat rough in his passion as he worked his way from her just below her ear to the base of her collarbone.