The crone's head tilted as the Viking came closer; it was instinct, and the smile on her lips with the heavy lids suggested that kiss meant more than a simple affection. Or perhaps the crone did like being kissed there. The Viking knew just how she felt about such touches. She smiled up at her much taller husband.
"I usually do. Don't cause too much trouble without me." She laughed softly before stepping away from her husband to the man some would say was more of a hero. She smiled up at the mayor, moving closer than necessary, but they were going to dance, were they not?
"Now, how are you doing? Put down any dragons lately?" There was a knowing smile, as if she could see something more to the mayor than his pretty face.