“I thought so,” Crow clicked his tongue with mock thoughtfulness, slipping the wristband off and tucking it away in his pocket for safe keeping. “Well, at least it looks like it’s worth some gold. Maybe I’ll give it to Alistair. He likes this sort of jewelry.” Really, he’d only taken the innkeeper’s wristband to get back at the man for treating him so poorly, but he supposed it could make a nice parting gift to his companion. Perhaps it would be worth holding onto after all.

When Penelope nudged him and brought up her concern about the innkeeper noticing his missing wristband, Crow just shrugged carelessly in response. “He had so many rings and bracelets on his hands, I doubt he’ll realize one is gone,” he met her gaze with a sly smirk. “Besides, I took the least expensive looking one anyway. I’m sure he cares much more about his bejeweled bracelets than a plain-looking gold band like this.” As he spoke, he patted his pocket where the wristband was stashed.

When they reached the room, the thief followed Penelope inside, letting out another weary yawn and closing the door behind himself. He followed the knight with his eyes as she leaned against the closest bed and teased him about his earlier comment. “I don’t know,” he crossed his arms, feigning a serious frown. “I don’t think it’s quite enough space to keep me away from you.” His stern expression cracked as a smirk found its way onto his lips, and he made his way over to stand in front of her by the bed.

“Oh well,” he murmured, resting his hands on her waist and leaning into her so that his lips hovered against her neck. “Better to ask for forgiveness than permission, I always say.” With that, he pressed a kiss to her skin, running his hands up to her chest as he gently pushed her back into the bed.