"Is there a place where we might seek shelter for the night, another inn such as this? We could make camp near the outskirts if it would suit us better to go looking for your acquaintance come daybreak," he offers. "Though I would rather not sleep on the ground more than needed."

He laughs, the sound low and faintly self-depreciating. "You seem to have spoiled me to the finer things," he teases as he leans in for another kiss. "Whining about sleeping on the ground..."