"I dunno. Pretty easy to get stuff back when you're targets aren't moving." Kell yawned, leaning back on his hands and watching her with a curious look. He wasn't a big fighter - more a runner if he had to be anything - and he had a sneaking suspicion he'd just as soon hurt himself as someone else with any knife or gun if he was dealing with someone who actually knew what they were doing. But he knew the basics, and had plenty of stories from friends back in Castyll who liked to run with a rougher crowd when they weren't lazing about with him.
"If you're going to judge my sheets, you can just run right back off the windowsill, pup. Ain't like you're gonna be staying between 'em." And there was the urge to stick his tongue out at her like a frustrated kid. One he didn't actually see a reason to not entertain. Kid it was, weird face included before he had to crack a smile.
"Well, can't argue with that then. So do you ever get time alone?" He asked, sounding as uninterested as he could to take the sting out of what he idly hoped came off as a tease, only to huff, "Not cute, and whatever needs doing. Always work to be done around here, never enough hands willing to do it." Shaking his head, he sat up straighter, shooting her a skeptical look, "So, we going to do this or what? And speaking of which, what is this anyway? Orchids and silver, got that, but why those?"