"You know her better. I accede to your familiarity," he murmured, head tipping down very slightly and his smile in his eyes.

He was just starting to feel the tug of getting more serious about the kiss when she pulled back and spoke. He let out one soft chuff of laughter, not much more than breath, and nodded. "A Templar's work is never done." With a final caress of fingers at the small of her back he pulled away, set the spoon aside, and lifted the pot of crabs. He dumped them quickly into the water, the top foaming and hissing until it settled a little again.

"How long do they stay?" he asked, moving to draw the other half closer for when it was their turn.