"I've heard," she said, playing it as straight as straight could be. "Plunging in, coming out, going back in, incapable of staying away from tight, wet tunnels that lead dangerous places." She set the thigh armor aside and dropped down to her knees to work on the greaves, not to mention give him a very nice view down her cleavage and have her mouth suggestively close to the laces of his breeches. "Avoiding the Taint." Her teeth flashed white in a quick grin.

After pulling the greaves away, she finally had him peeled free of everything metal but his cowters and vambraces. He could take care of those himself. "I wasn't going to ask you about that, sweet thing. I'd much rather find out first-hand." She sprang back up to her feet and shoved him back toward her bed, a nicer affair than most of the cots or bunks in the rest of the tavern. It had a few scarves and a silk robe carelessly scattered over the spread with several extra pillows.

She disarmed on the way, daggers flying and dropping from a few unlikely places as well as the more obvious ones. A tug at the side of her sash had it dropping from her hips and pooling on the floor in a blue puddle of patterned cotton. Her head scarf followed. A rake of fingers down the font of her tunic unraveled the lacing. She pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. She deliberately left the boots on.