Balfor laughed at Laurin's comments, then stood, slipped his meager backpack of belongings over a shoulder as he did so, and regarded the woman before him. "Oh, couldn't have that, could we?," he asked as he stepped away from table and bench.<br/><br/>He seemed more able on his feet than he had anticipated.<em>Perhaps the turn of events has overridden the ale...better hurry while I can.</em><br/><br/>Balfor stepped even closer to Laurin and slipped an arm around her back to place his hand at her far hip and sweep her up and against his chest. With her sitting, more or less, on his arm, he headed past the laughing and murmuring guards and mercenaries.<br/><br/>As he reached the stairs, Balfor stopped to turn partially back to the men at the table. "Unless it's fire or murder, no calls before breakfast. Alright?", he said and then followed Lon and Joli towards their room.<br/>-----<br/>8-)