"Well I definitely wouldn't be object to that, though I have to wonder if this apparently ethereal praise has only been given by those too drunk to know better," he teased, well aware that the other was actually a really good singer but hey, he had to throw out some jabs of his own. His oldest daughter had made the comment--several times actually--that the only way the two of them knew how to communicate was through masked insults and he'd denied it.

But..well..maybe she was right. To some extent. Though, it was really more like masked..flirting on Bard's end. Bad flirting, but flirting all the same.

Catching up to the other properly and falling in step beside him, Bard rolled his eyes playfully. "Perhaps it is. You aren't making me think otherwise," he replied in mock offense though there was a grin once more playing at his lips at the sight of that scandalized look. "Maybe you just want some blackmail on me, something to use against me when you feel the need. I know how crafty you can be, my dear."

For some reason the word 'co-pilot' didn't follow that statement and the dark haired man's expression flickered into something confused and a bit shocked, his gaze anywhere but Thranduil all of a sudden.

"Some co-pilot you are," he drawled, trying to take it all back to banter.