In his defence, it was so far from what he was thinking that it took him a full ten seconds to register what she meant by him hinting at something, and then he snorted a low laugh.

"No, I ain't."

Her fingertips make his skin prickle, a shiver running up his spine and he wets his lips, leaning in as she pulled back but only so he could press his forehead to hers.

"I definitely ain't."

He unbuckled a few random straps at his waist and the rest of the armour sort of crumpled into a heap at his feet, before he stepped out of it, and by doing so, stepped in against her.