
Peter coughed. "Rhea." He turned around, and noticing how close they were, moved a bit further away so Susan wouldn't suspect anything.

He looked back, a grin on his face.
((I'll be making her quarters. You find a picture for yourself.))

"Oh Um.. Nothing." Peter looked away.

He stopped, and smiled at her.

((Connection BAD))
Peter started to laugh again, remembering the past events.

"You have a nice sense of humour." He noted down.
((hall.))

He burst out laughing. "Would you like to stay in the castle?" he asked gently after stopping his laugh.

"Now I shall personally lead you to your quarters so you could rest your tired soul." He said. Then pulling her, holding in a laugh, until they came to the hall.
((move))

"Alright." He smirked. Then bringing her hand up to his lips, he kissed it. "Welcome to Cair Paravel, my lady."

"You know.. We sure are attracting some attention." He whispered, as a few Narnians walked closer, curious at both of them.

"True that." Peter snickered. He regained his composure, and held out a hand. "To your sleeping quarters, my lady." He said in a mock polite tone, smiling.

Peter joined her, laughing. "That would be hilarious."

"A.. Beard? WHAT?" Peter said incredulously.

Peter held back a smirk. "You thought I would be what then?" He questioned.

"And what did you think I would be?" He asked, interested.