It was really good to see the girl eat properly, but her eyes had been dark the moment he handed her the bowl of food. He couldn't begin to imagine the ordeal she had been through, and thus it was a total surprise to him when she kissed his cheek. She seemed a bit more relaxed, even though he could see from her profound blush that she had even surprised herself in kissing his cheek. While the princess had been eating, Hood had taken the opportunity to eat his own bowl as well. He was very happy how the stew had turned out, it might not be food fit for a banquet, but to build up strength into a very pretty girl, it was certainly suitable.<br/><br/>He put both empty bowls on the floor, the fire had gone out, so he knew the remainder of the stew wouldn't be burning. He had no idea about the time, somewhere in the late afternoon most likely, but after eating he finally felt tiredness wash over him. 'I's gettin'tired, M'lady, but it's t'only bed here. Would ye move a'little, so I's lay m'self down next to you?' Definitely not protocol, but the time and place were hardly to consider the right ways. And even more, how better could he protect the girl then be very close to her. He took off his boots, and his thick hooded cloak.<br/><br/>People often mistook him for a cleric, his figure never seeming to be what they expected from a ghost or a monster, as he had been described. The King of Thieves was a man a little taller than average, without a gram of fat on his body. But years of having to run from the guards, kept a man in shape. He had eyes the deepest green imaginable. Without the hood covering his head, the shine of his eyes was friendly and warm. The hood did a lot for his reputation. But what not many people knew, was that the name Hood had always been carried by the Master of the Guild. There had been monsters among them, but he was not such a man. Of course, he killed the warlord in the most ruthless manner and he held the Guild on a tight leash. Any of the thieves breaking rules was in for a solid beating, almost always performed by himself. But he was doted on by the people of the city, for he brought prosperous times for those at the bottom of society.<br/><br/>He put his legs on the bed, but was still on the edge, turning his body to face the gorgeous girl. 'Please, girl? Can'ye shift a tiny bit, so I's got som'space too?'