Clara shouted out in shock, rushing to his side as Killian pushed himself up on his elbows, rubbing a hand to his face while she glared at the man slowly taking the final few steps to stop in front of them. "That was for my daughter."

Giving Killian a confused look, Clara helped him up and waited for him to respond, but he frowned and shook his head, nodding slowly, as if he had grounds to punch him. "Should I even ask?" Clara hissed at him.

He lifted a hand to quiet her and then smiled towards Barnibus, "No need for further altercation, as I offer my apologies and promises that not another eye will, even waywardly, meet your daughter's presence." Then he told him quietly, "My wife serves as well enough punishment, I should think."

"Killian Jones!" Barnibus barked before turning to Clara, "A married man? I find this hard to believe," then he asked her, "How did he convince you to take him as a husband?"

Clara gave the man her best fake smile and offered, "His charm, obviously – for he's rather lacking in wit."

"Oh," Barnibus laughed, "Oh, I like her Killian. Where'd you find a feisty lass?" His voice went quiet as he questioned, "Didn't have to pay for her, did you?"

"No, no, father was glad to be rid of her, actually," he told her pointedly as she raised an eyebrow.

With a sigh, Clara approached Barnibus and asked, "Good sir, would you care to have a drink? On my dear husband's behalf, of course – as further apologies for his miscreant behavior towards your daughter."

He took her hand, wrapping it around his arm and nodded as he grinned happily at her. Barnibus began to lead them into the village, tossing a nod to Killian and telling her quietly, "You seem quite above his station, if you don't mind me saying."

Clara managed a blush and shook her head, "Better to keep him in line, lest he thinks he rules the roost."

He laughed and gave her hand a pat, "I do like you."

"Feeling is quite mutual," she replied with an honest smile because he reminded her of her grandfather, all rough on the outside, but – she could tell – just a sweet man on the inside.

Killian caught her eye and offered a small grin of amusement as they worked their way past stands selling vegetables and dead animals Clara tried not to make faces at to a small pub. It emitted a warm glow in the shadowy pebble walkway between the buildings and Clara found herself glancing back excitedly at the man who'd accidentally brought her along. If she was going to be stuck in another time, she might as well enjoy it and as they entered, she laughed at the men who slammed mugs on the wooden tables and let out bellows at each other's stories.

They reached an empty table and she felt Killian at her back suddenly, pushing her onto a long bench and edging in quickly to sequester her against a corner. She eyed him, but he was giving her a small nod, his brow knotted in concern and she understood – he was keeping her from harm and she nodded back appreciatively as Killian turned his attention to Barnibus, dropping onto the bench across the table from them with a raised arm towards a waitress.

"Does the lady drink…" Barnibus began to ask.

"I could use a beer," Clara nodded. "Mead?" She questioned. "Rum?" She finally asked.

Barnibus glanced at her with a gaping smile and then narrowed his eyes playfully and bent over the table towards her, "Rum? He has given you a pirate's life, hasn't he."

"Yo ho," she replied confidently.

Killian raised a hand, "You should drink water."

Barnibus looked offended, "If your wife wants to drink, maybe you should accommodate her."

"I accommodate her quite well," he smiled, adding forcefully, "Thank you."

"And with a bit of spirits, she might be more willing to accommodate you later," Barnibus argued with a small wink towards Clara, who looked away and then straightened, eyes widening at the implication as Killian laughed. She stomped his foot roughly and he immediately fell against her, groaning into her neck as she gripped his vest to keep him at a distance.

After a moment of pressing his forehead into the side of her head, he warned, "Play along, anyone gets suspicious of you, they'll assume you're up to no good and you might end up with more than a pretty scent around your neck."

Clara swallowed roughly as he muttered an apology and before she could question him, he brought his lips to her neck and sucked hard enough to leave a blotch of red before she shoved him away, trying to smile as she lifted her hand to the spot and wiped at his spit. She knew he was doing it for show, marking her in front of the crowd and – in a small way, protecting her with the demonstration – but she didn't approve.

Of course, she couldn't tell him then. The waitress was bringing a round of mugs filled to their brim with golden liquid and froth and Clara immediately took one and gulped for a few moments, wincing against the acidity before settling it down and wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand, opening her eyes to find both men staring in shock.

"Sorry, worked up a bit of a thirst."

Barnibus looked to Killian, "What did you have the girl doing, Killi?"

He smiled, tilting his head towards her, "Honeymoon period – the usual."

Picking up her mug, Clara finished off the drink knowing if she didn't fog her mind a little, she might give him a piece of it. And after an hour, she found herself singing along awkwardly to some song Barnibus and Killian were bellowing out into the pub, laughing and clinging to the man at her side. She felt lightheaded and at the end of the song, she gave her head a shake before Killian touched her cheek lightly, gaining her attention and she smiled at the genuine concern he was looking at her with.

"Think it's time for us to find a room," Killian offered, nodding with her and he helped her stand, slinging an arm under hers before lifting her up to the cheers of the room and she laid her head against his shoulder as he shouted out, "To the wife!"

The room erupted and Clara smiled lazily as he carried her out.