Thais was lucky she hadn't decided to deepen the kiss a moment earlier, because at this sudden intrusion the young mage nearly bit his own tongue in surprise; imagine how uncomfortable for both of them it would have been had he bitten hers. As his paramour squirmed away in a horrified attempt to appear demure, Constans whirled to face their interloper with an expression that morphed fluidly from indignance to dismay. Maker's tits, Templars, always bloody Templars! He gritted his teeth against Thais' stammered assertion of innocence. Any idiot could see what they'd been getting at, what the blazes was she thinking? Unless- the wretched woman dared play the Damsel in Distress card. Disgusted, Constans decided instantly that there was no way he was playing the villain so the Enchanter could weasel her way out of this untarnished. If she dared try it, he'd be damned sure to drag her down with him.
"Oh, Hello Ser," Constans ran a careless hand through his tousled hair and smiled sarcastically at Tobias, on his feet and running barely a second after the flash of initial shock. "Excellent service around here; when you hear people say the Templars are always watching, they're really not kidding! Outstanding job, commendable, really."