"I reckon you won't be wanting for things to do soon enough." Rowan returns, putting a little intone on 'things' that implies that they might well also mean people. No one this forward has an empty bed for long in this place.

They tuck their arm around his, tugging on him to follow them back towards the castle. It's a journey they know well enough to do with their eyes closed now, which is just as well because their attention has definitely been stolen by the man beside them. Soft fingers trace a teasing pattern on the inside of his wrist, a delicate touch intended to leave him thinking of more. "'Sides you said you was starving. I wouldn't mind something to gobble up myself neither."