She rolled her eyes when he kissed her hand like he was a prince and she was a princess. Okay, she was a princess but he was more like the illicit lover that the king would have never approved except that her father had approved of Cathair. It was just a bad metaphor. Never mind.
Once she was up on her feet, she smacked his ass, "Be right back." She started for the bathroom, needing to at least fix her hair because honestly - there was no reason to look like a mess. Clothes and weapons could wait. A few minutes later (for she was an expert at quick clean up), she emerged and started dressing and hiding all her weapons once again. Honestly, getting dressed and undressed were the most tedious parts of this whole process. They clearly had too much stuff. Or were just paranoid.