Robin automatically leaned down a little to let Marian kiss his cheek, smiling as she did so. After she had kept him at arm's length for so long, he was even more pleased than he might otherwise have been that she was happy enough with him to be so affectionate now.
"You could try no clothing at all," he suggested mischievously. "I doubt it would help me escape, but perhaps they would throw you in the cell with me."
The kisses she gave him were delightful, and that she clearly thought so, too, made them even better. Glancing at the sign on the building, he nodded. "I think you're right."