"Yes, thank you for coming." The crone smiled almost darkly at the mayor. She rested against the viking, her head on his shoulder. One of her small hands lightly traced up and down Eric's chest.
"Did you come alone?" There was a hint of a pout in her voice and on her lips. "That's unfortunate if you did, but I would love a dance with you if my husband can spare me." She laughed softly, pressing herself a little more into the viking.