Penelope rolled her eyes playfully at his bawdy suggestion. She was glad that he seemed confident that his injury wouldn't bother him too much though and didn't hesitate to meet his lips halfway as he leaned in to kiss her again. As he removed her shirt, she shuddered at the feeling of his fingers trailing up her sides. His touch sent her heart racing excitedly. Since they hadn't had much time alone—from her finding out about him working with Jaxon to him being bedridden in her camp—it made her all the more eager to get intimate with him. 

She let him remove the clothing and paused for a moment as he removed his own tunic. Once he had, she pressed back into him and met his lips eagerly as he kissed her again. As he shifted away from her lips, she let out a serene sigh. "I did too." she murmured, trailing one hand over his back as she held him close to herself. Penelope smiled softly at his words, feeling a swell of affection. The knight shifted to let him remove her pants, kicking them off to the side before pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. 

Pulling back, she flashed him a playful smirk and pressed another deep kiss to his lips as she carefully dragged him to the ground with her. The knight was still trying to be mindful of his injury amidst her passion for him. Now laying on her back, she pulled back from him and laid her head back in the grass for a brief moment as she looked up at him. She felt a burst of affection for the thief and brush back a small strand of hair from his face as she gazed up at him lovingly. "Gods, I'll never understand how I got so lucky meeting you." she said with a warm smile.

She leaned up again and began to press a trail of soft kisses down his neck. "If I remember correctly, I think I still owe you for last time.." she said breathily against his skin. She began to run her hands slowly down his sides, coming to a stop at the hem of his pants. Penelope smirked against his skin. "I don't mind taking over if you want.."