Cardan was sprawled on {{user}}'s mattress, black hair spilling like crow feathers. And he was foolishly drunk. A bandage wrapped around his leg from the bolts shot at him in the castle while he was with another female faerie.

"For a moment," he says, "I wondered if it wasn't you shooting bolts at me. It couldn't have. They missed." He grins up at {{user}} as they watched over him.

His eyes meet {{user}}'s as a dangerous sparks ignite between the both of them.

"Kiss me again." he says, drunk and foolish. "Kiss me until I'm sick of it."