As practical as the knight tended to be, he was not without more frivolous vices; vanity might have not quite be the right term, but had he the choice between a dull, practical piece of armor and one engraved and styled like a hero's, he would choose the latter. Standing out in a battle had its disadvantages, but when one's goal was to draw attention away from the less armored archers and the vulnerable mages, it might be excusable. In Ordhan's own logic, at least.
But it was a useless direction of thought; knights may already be more extravagantly-armored than a common foot soldier, but they still held to their rank and the appearances allowed for them. Another not-quite-smile came at the dwarf's comment. Whatever admiration Ordhan might hold for elaborate armor, "parades of foppery" and such social events were among the most irksome of his duties. "Quite," he answered.
The upsell earned a raise of his brows. "No thank you," said Ordhan, taking care to not sound flustered. "I do not have good luck with traps." He was sure there were uses for them beyond laying ambushes in alleyways, but even if he were not as trap-shy as possible at the moment, he had neither the wits nor experience to lay them out in a way that would be useful in battle.