Penelope sent an annoyed glare at the thief. "You're lucky I don't have my sword right now." she growled defensively. "And don't you dare. You know that wasn't what I meant." The knight simmered down as she noticed Evelyn approaching. As the woman placed their drinks down and even offered Penelope a compliment at Crow's expense, the knight offered her a polite smile though said nothing otherwise.

She picked up the mug in her hands. Then she noticed the mocking look he gave her and let out a small snort. Under the table, she located his leg and gave him a light kick, partially restrained by the dress she wore. Not that she wanted to hit him full on despite how he was annoying her. "You're getting cocky.." she grumbled before lifting the mug up to her lips and taking a small sip. "Don't forget I'm a knight just because I'm forced to wear this clothing." 

The honey mead was rather enjoyable though. Penelope had to admit that he at least had somewhat good taste. After a brief pause, the knight took another drink but kept her approval of the drink to herself.