Asking was never a sure way to get an answer, however it was better than nothing. “So just who else have you taken out of armor?”, he isn’t a shy one. However she had already had experience on something like that. “You just want to know how that robe comes off of that plate don’t you? Admit it.”, he smirked easily towards her.
He winced slightly as he was poked and prodded. He smirked lightly over one shoulder towards the redhead as he mocked winced once more. His own eyes once more glanced over her fairly familiar form before he shrugged slightly towards her. “He likely just didn’t know. It happens that way sometime.”, however a smirk crossed his face. “I’m a Templar that sleeps around, curses, sleeps though the chant, and drinks like a fish. Lots of my brother’s don’t like me in the least.”
He paused then and nodded once. “Go ahead and sew me up, Fox.”, he raised a smile at that. “Then you get your prize.”