(@kaotickoi ‘s oc)

With each heavy thud of his boots against the worn wooden floors, Seth followed you through the backdoor of the tavern, discovering that it led to a humble abode connected to the establishment itself. It was evident that this was your place, as you were the one running the tavern.

"Well now, ain't this a snug little nest," he remarked, nonchalantly resting his hand on his hip as he took in the cozy space that you called home. It may not have been grand, but it had a certain charm to it. Of course, he couldn't complain; after all, he was the notorious outlaw with a bounty on his head, and you were just a kind villager who had offered him shelter.

His gaze fixated on the bed tucked away in the corner, wondering whether it was the only sleeping spot available or if, by chance, you had a spare. Although, he couldn't deny, he wouldn't mind sharing a bed with a pretty little thing like yourself.

"That the only bed, or do ya happen to have a backup? No worries, sweetheart, reckon I'd be more than pleased to bunk down on a couch or sumthin'. Big thanks for takin' me in, darlin'," he drawled, taking his hat off—holding it against his chest and giving a small bow, a light chuckle accompanying his words.