Rolf gave in to the amusement and snorted softly before he laughed, sagging back against the door jamb for support. "Oh, but that was in the pursuit of fun!" he said with another laugh and perhaps an accidental but on purpose squeeze of her arse.
"Oh well. The robes will survive. Or if they don't, I can throw them in the rag bag." He grinned at her. "I admit, you've outdone yourself on the mess factor in here. I don't think I've ever seen mud on the ceiling before."