Getting used to life outside of a cell block was a lot more difficult than he'd thought. It hadn't been the first time he'd ever been caught, but it had been the first time in a long time that he'd served time without an escape plan. Stories always made sure to get him out of every mess he was ever cornered with until his dying breath. There was no magic around it, just a luck of the draw.
His selfish jaunts always put those around him at risk. They suffered more than he did in the end. This time, it was Marian. They'd had years between them before, this wasn't new, but it always felt like the first time seeing her with that mass of red hair. It lit his heart a fire, much like her spirit. Marian had never been a simpering maid that needed rescuing. She did a lot of that on her own.
He might be out of prison, but it didn't mean there weren't eyes on him. The fuzz was always just an earshot away. He took a seat beside her, thinking of a witty response, but he was just ogling her pretty face.
"Where have you been all my life?" He said in a ridiculously cheesy pickup line.