[He hesitates; the confidence of his posture doesn't quite extend to women, but he does like to please. What's the harm?]
Of course, Lady Leanna.
[He reaches up and unclips his cape baldric, the heavy leathers falling from his shoulders to a pile on the ground. His tunic is already worn unlaced nearly to the ribs, and it's just another tug of a cord to loosen it, baring more of a broad, chiseled chest.]
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Of course, Lady Leanna.
[He reaches up and unclips his cape baldric, the heavy leathers falling from his shoulders to a pile on the ground. His tunic is already worn unlaced nearly to the ribs, and it's just another tug of a cord to loosen it, baring more of a broad, chiseled chest.]