Argument or not, the bronze rider did not seem to be in any mood at all to be argued with. When he set her on her feet, he was right there to catch her when she stumbled, holding her with gentle hands. "Is that what Kenzie thought? Not one bit of sense between you tonight, I see," he observed dryly, and then caught her again with the same strong, gentle arms. "I could tell you what's wrong, but I don't think you would remember long enough to make the lecture worth it tonight."
His eyebrow went up when she poked his bare chest. Not because she was poking him, but because of what she'd said and the way she'd said it. He was busy. Busy. He had been, and a sort of guilt for it hit him for the first time. He had been busy. Shielth had chased, and he had bedded the green rider. He had seen Gen before he'd been in the flight room; everything was a little foggy... but he'd thought she would understand. She was a candidate.
Ah, but she was also just a girl. A girl from a hold. R'ger was pretty quick, for a Weyrbred man. "Is that what they say, Imogen." He would take care of that. The immediate desire to break someone's nose for saying anything bad about her was bronze, through and through. But that would wait... tonight, he was more concerned with the girl in his arms.
Smirking, he pulled her close again, tightening his grip without making it painful. "So now you're cold. Well, you're not going to drown in my bathing pool, or hurt yourself. Come here, off with the wet clothes first. Arms up, my lady."