Re: Melissandre, Peter
His eyes drifted in that direction, and he nodded his head thoughtfully, before his eyes moved back to his trunk, and he frowned at it. He thought about uttering a spell or something to make it easier to carry, but then decided against it. Knowing him, he'd probably change it into a teapot.
"Think so?" he asked, searching around the room for a clock. How much time was there remaining? Perhaps they were waiting for him. His face lit up. "Well, suppose I shouldn't keep them," he said.
He glanced to her. "Assuming you don't mind," he said quickly.