He nodded slowly, leaning down to kiss Aubrey's cheek before returning to the table, not meeting her gaze.
She noted the way he wasn't looking at her, and her tone became somewhat playful, hoping to lighten the mood. "Is there something on my face?"
He blinked in surprise before glancing up at her, arching an eyebrow. "Wouldn't I be staring if there was something on your face?"
“Next, I’m going to be wearing feathers in my hair and cleaning cannons.” He paused before glancing over at her. “Why did you get rid of the feather?”