Well, there was something to be said for being more hesitant to make the first move: Marek didn't tend to go for tacky pick-up lines or false promises. He did make cheesy jokes in attempts to disarm girls he liked, but that was different, he would have made those jokes even if they weren't pretty, in most cases. It was just that when they were pretty, he hoped they'd find it endearing.
"Toes, maybe?" he asked with a grin, looking at her as he moved to keep up with her. "That'd be pretty impressive. I'm not all that handy with my toes, I'll admit."
He could probably undo most zippers with his mouth, although that might involve using a hand to steady the clothing so that he could pull against it. He probably shouldn't be thinking about that while he was about to get into a sword fight, though - he needed all his blood in his brain for this. "You're the expert," he said, happy to follow her to wherever would be best for their purposes.