Recognizing the cues, he gladly complies, now slipping his fingers in her hair as the kiss deepened. It was starting to become more heated than the fire they sat by until a whine from little Robb made him break away, though his hand remained entwined with her hair. He's looking at Margary, though couldn't help to snort with laughter.

"I think he's jealous we've stopped petting him."