She shook her head right back with a laughing smile. “Foolish knight,” she murmured. Finding an apple in the packs, she stole his dagger from the heap of clothing and began to cut it up neatly, feeding him little bits.
“And lovable too, right? I can’t help that I’m in love.” A small pout formed on his lips, before he rolled his eyes in fond amusement at her antics, laying back and obediently allowing her to feed him. “Having fun, are we?”
“Were you in love then, my lord?” she teased, keeping the next few pieces for herself.