"Remove the cloak," was his first order, obviously wanting her to have one less layer of clothing between them. "You look like some sort of holy man and that's neither flattering nor welcome in this part of my home." He neglected to say why, but perhaps the knowledge his chambers were frequently used like a brothel would be explanation enough for her. He decided to move closer, flexing his muscles as if he were preparing for a race. With a click of his neck he grinned at her.