Bilbo is having a fantastic time. Gold doesn't bother him. Though Smaug might have seen nothing back, Bilbo's underlying preferences haven't changed. No matter what the spell on him at the moment. He teaches Thorin counting songs that hobbit children all learn and they make a game of their long hours together.

Little hobbit fingers are so very tired after a few days of this, and after he stands by the throne while Thorin hears reports of Erebor's great cleaning from the Men, the elves and the few dwarves that have lingered from the battle, Bilbo leans in against Thorin while the others watch and press his lips to the king's ears.

"It has been entirely too long since we've been together, Thorin. Tonight...would you allow me to touch you?"