Crow smiled against Penelope’s skin as he felt her snake her arms around his back and pull him closer. It seemed like she had come around to his way of thinking, after all. Well, good. Who cared what the other three thought? Olivia and Alistair were probably off kissing somewhere else, or perhaps doing more by this hour—and he couldn’t have cared less if the sight of their intimacy made Gavin uncomfortable. If the knight didn’t like it, he could just look away. It seemed like a simple enough solution in the thief’s hazy mind.

Now that Penelope seemed more into the moment, he pressed into her a little more fervently, kissing her along the side of her neck and using his teeth to gently nip at her skin. He was so focused on her that he didn’t notice she had hooked her leg behind his, so when she suddenly pulled to roll him off of her, a sharp gasp of surprise escaped him as he landed rather clumsily on his side. He blinked, wondering why she had done that when they seemed to have been having such a good time.

Crow finally pulled back to meet her gaze, wide eyed as he recovered from being caught off guard by her abrupt change in attitude. When she kissed him playfully on the nose, he almost believed she had just tricked him as a joke, but in the next moment, her arms loosened around his back and she distanced herself from him. He frowned, disappointed that she didn’t seem to want to keep kissing him. In his mind, it was the best thing to do while they were waiting for Gavin to finish cooking supper. Why wouldn’t she want to do it as well? He couldn’t understand.

As Penelope insisted that she didn’t want to be so physical with him in front of the others, Crow let out a defeated sigh. He couldn’t argue with her when she looked so cute with her bashful expression. Besides, it seemed like just because she wanted to stop kissing didn’t mean she wanted to make him go and sit somewhere else. He smiled softly as she nestled her head beneath his. “A’ight, fine,” he relented with an affectionate chuckle. “You ‘in.” He closed his eyes again and buried his head against her neck, but this time made no moves to get more intimate with her. “I s’pose this’ ‘s nice too.”