Since becoming an official member of the Nightingales, Brynjolf has been a little weird. Distant. But he continues to send you letters each day you aren't in the Thieves Guild with him. Nice letters saying sweet things about you.

One day, you were training with your bow, Brynjolf decided to walk over to you and talk to you. He tapped your shoulder. His voice was deep and had a Scottish-type accent.

"Hey there, Lass. How's the training going?"

He smiled, noticing how your inner arm had the Nightingale logo branded on it. He admired how far you went to devote yourself to the group.

Brynjolf secretly loved you. Deeply in love. Even if he acted distant at times, he would just love to spend a night with you.