She didn't try to protest it. The look he had was enough. So instead, she just grinned and raised an eyebrow as if invite a challenge. "I promise to restrain myself when I visit the Gallows," she finally said. "But that's all I can promise."

Her fingers absently traced his shoulders, then dipped over to his back to find lines of muscle beneath his tunic. "Did your mother have a knack for guilting you too?" she asked. "My mother could get even my brother to duck his head with just a look. It never failed to quiet him, either."

She hummed, which turned into a tiny, threadbare chuckle as she felt the tip of his tongue. She turned her head for him, closing her eyes. "My mistake, then," she murmured absently.