Crow ate in silence while the knights talked amongst each other, trying not to let his anger with Gavin get the best of him. He really didn’t like how friendly the knight was getting with her. Even though Gavin hadn’t done anything particularly romantic or even different than how a typical friend might behave with another friend, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his choice of behavior than that. It made him want to get between them to put an end to whatever the knight was doing. However, knowing that Penelope didn’t see her comrade in the same light that he did, he restrained himself. He didn’t want her to get the wrong idea that he was trying to control her or tell her who she was permitted to see or anything like that.

He nearly managed to keep to himself, but then Gavin said something that made his head snap up in a mixture of surprise and anger: [color=fdc68a][b]“You know… why don’t you sleep on my bedroll tonight?”[/b][/color]

Crow glared at the knight with unbridled disgust. He knew Gavin was getting bold, but this was a whole new level of confidence. Did he really think he could get her to share a bed with him just because she was drunk? It sickened the thief that he would even consider trying to take advantage of her like that. He wrapped an arm protectively around her shoulders when she leaned into him, clenching his jaw as he prepared to intervene if the other man persisted in his attempt to win her back.

Even when Gavin tried to backtrack, Crow didn’t let him off so easily. “Y’said you’ll be keepin’ watch f’r [i]most[/i] o’ the nigh’,” he pointed out, eyeing the other man with as much venom as he could muster. “I wond’r what yer plannin’ t’do f’r th’ rest of it?”

“That wasn’t what I meant,” Gavin returned his glare. “I just think it would be best for Penelope to have her own bed while she recovers.”

“Oh yeah?” Crow scoffed in blatant disbelief. “An’ wha’ diff’rence does ‘t make if she’s wi’h me instead? I cer’ainly can’t think of an’ good reas’n.”

Gavin gritted his teeth, as if he had something he wanted to say but was holding himself back. “I just think it’s a better idea for you both to focus on sobering up,” he said calmly after a pause.

“We c’n do tha’ while sharin’ a bed,” the thief said stubbornly. “Jus’ b’cause we’re sleepin’ nex’ to each oth’r doesn’ mean we ‘ave t’ sleep togeth’r. We’re no’ stupid. Tha’s why we did ‘t yes’erday.”

Gavin opened his mouth to respond, and then stopped, seeming to think something over as he studied the thief with a critical eye. “I don’t remember seeing you leave yesterday,” he said slowly.

“Tha’s b‘cause we left when y’ were all sleepin’,” Crow waved a hand dismissively. “Durin’ ‘er guard shif’.”

“Really?” Gavin’s eyes flicked towards Penelope for a moment before returning to the thief. “I didn’t know you had even gotten up.”

“Oh yeah,” Crow shrugged uncaringly. “I was awake f’r a long time. I go’ up t’ be wi’h this beauty—” he shot Penelope a flirtatious smirk. “’N then I took ov’r th’ res’ o’ her shif’ ‘cause she was tire’.”

“Is that so?” Gavin mused, seeming interested in this new information. He leaned forward slightly as he went on in an accusative voice. “Did you do anything else last night?”

Crow hesitated at that, leaning away from the knight and watching him with a wary gaze. He knew he shouldn’t tell Gavin any more than he already had, although he couldn’t remember the reason why. All he knew was that the thought of telling the other man about what he had done after taking Penelope’s shift raised a red flag inside of him that he was quick to heed. “No,” he finally answered, lowering his gaze and fidgeting with the hem of his tunic. It was much harder for him to hide his tics while he was drunk. “I didn’ do an’thin’ else. Jus’ woke ‘livia an’ wen’ to sleep.”