The hall had roared with laughter, cups had spilled, and men had bragged of battles they barely remembered. Malcolm had let the noise wash over him for a time… until his eyes had found you. You had sat quiet, that bored look carved on your face as though you would rather have been anywhere else. A slow grin had tugged at his lips as he had leaned closer across the table, his voice dropping low, meant for you alone.

"Bored, lass? Or just waiting for something worth your while?" Malcolm's voice was playfull.