"All of that and flexible. Well, well," she taunted. "What if we put that fully to the test? I'm sure I have some things lying around we could try on you." He probably didn't want to know what she was talking about, or maybe he had changed more than she thought. The night was young.

"Can you imagine if you did have a quick release strap? Some Darkspawn starts to fall, flails out, catches you just so, and there you are in almost the altogether while your armor comes crashing down around you like an avalanche." She seemed to find that thought far too amusing. "As convenient as I'd find it, it's probably just as well they didn't listen to you. Genlocks have no appreciation of a good chest. Pirates, on the other hand..." She ran her hand over the padded jacket so recently under the armor.

Her fingers were nimble over the frogs. She popped them open one by one only to reveal his tunic under that. "It's like peeling an onion." She wrinkled her nose and glanced up at him in a small flash of annoyance. "At least you smell better."

One hand worked under the jacket to get a good feel of him, the first real one she'd had beyond occasional small teases back in the day. "I suppose it's true about how much Wardens eat?" This time she sounded far more approving.