The Infernal Serpent

"Harley then." The temptation to call Harley 'lady' is strong and reflexive, but for the sake of being casual he thinks he can manage to tamp down on the usual knightly honorifics.

The little kiss on the cheek earns a smile and a slight flushing of the knight's cheeks. He wraps his hands more securely around the apple he's nabbed from the table filled with food, suddenly needing something to distract himself with.

"Not yet, no," he admits. "I've mostly been trying to keep things from getting out of hand..." As a judge, is he even allowed to play, he wonders?