[ He chuckles as he hears that shriek come from behind him. He doesn't even bother to turn around. He had warned her, after all. It's not his fault she hadn't listened. ]
Not filthy. Bath, remember? But hey, why wouldn't I use any and all weapons available to me? Besides, this one's the one I've got the most experience with, after all. [ There is definitely a smirk audible in his tone now. He likes winning. It's half the reason he'd honed himself into a weapon in the first place. ]
You don't strike me as an unsuspecting idiot, so you shouldn't have to worry about my fingers. [ There is definitely innuendo loaded into those words. ] So maybe asking you to trust me is a little much right now. I get it. So what sort of alliance would you feel comfortable with?
[ With her face still buried behind her arms, she might hear his footsteps move a little farther away, followed by the sounds of him rustling through something in a hasty search. A moment later, something soft but solid lands over her head - a tunic and breeches he'd pulled out of a nearby trunk, one looking much closer to her size than the ones he's wearing. Or trying to wear. The breeches fit fine, at least (and do really nice things for his ass, if he does say so himself) but the tunic is a little too tight across his broad shoulders and he's left the first several lacings loose and undone just to keep it comfortable. or from popping any seams. ]
There. Those should fit you, if you want to change?
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[ He chuckles as he hears that shriek come from behind him. He doesn't even bother to turn around. He had warned her, after all. It's not his fault she hadn't listened. ]
Not filthy. Bath, remember? But hey, why wouldn't I use any and all weapons available to me? Besides, this one's the one I've got the most experience with, after all. [ There is definitely a smirk audible in his tone now. He likes winning. It's half the reason he'd honed himself into a weapon in the first place. ]
You don't strike me as an unsuspecting idiot, so you shouldn't have to worry about my fingers. [ There is definitely innuendo loaded into those words. ] So maybe asking you to trust me is a little much right now. I get it. So what sort of alliance would you feel comfortable with?
[ With her face still buried behind her arms, she might hear his footsteps move a little farther away, followed by the sounds of him rustling through something in a hasty search. A moment later, something soft but solid lands over her head - a tunic and breeches he'd pulled out of a nearby trunk, one looking much closer to her size than the ones he's wearing. Or trying to wear. The breeches fit fine, at least (and do really nice things for his ass, if he does say so himself) but the tunic is a little too tight across his broad shoulders and he's left the first several lacings loose and undone just to keep it comfortable. or from popping any seams. ]
There. Those should fit you, if you want to change?