She had done this before. Quite a few times before. How very curious. A thief doesn’t seem the type to pull men out of scale armor. Not all the time at least, not when she was this familiar with the straps and buckles. “Yes well, if your mind is anything as clever as your body you’ve already figured out just what uniform I wear though. Use your imagination, Fox. I’m sure you have just a bit of that.”, he smirked slightly towards her at that.
Those quick eyes of his followed the button on its very lucky track down into the shadows of her fine curves. “I’m sure you did. The armor alone was worth a little more than the button wasn’t it?”, he paused for a moment before he shook his head. “Trust me. I’m not complaining, though for all I know you have my claymore over a mantle someplace and tell people stories about it.” He continued to speak even as he peeled the breastplate off of him. The slice on his back was long, but not deep. A bandage perhaps, or a few stitches if she is feeling up enough to use a needle.
He sighed lightly at her query. “They…usually do. However my commander wanted to verify the location and strength first, and I look the prettiest in a cloak and scale mail.” He smirked towards her with a nod. “I thought there would be backup, but they must have been delayed. You are a far better kind of thing to be rescued by anyway.”