"And that is heavy too," she replied with a shrug, "So I have the choice between having one of a light metal that won't protect me or one that is heavy, but will slow me down significantly. Good options." She gave a smug smile before it turned into a scowl when he mentioned being shot. "Very funny," she remarked dryly. She didn't feel like getting into an argument about odds and whatnot.
Hearing that he wouldn't mind going shopping with her, she arched a brow. "And here I thought it was even a trope with your people that men do not enjoy shopping with women," she mused, looking to him, "I chose it so I must like it."
When he suddenly grew serious her brow furrowed as she watched his hand trace the scar on her stomach. "I'm a drow. I don't die that easily," she pointed out, though it was much softer than the adamant denial that she typically used. The last part made her roll her eyes. "I don't get gawked at that much," she replied with a roll of her eyes. He acted like entire battalions were turning around after her.
He shook his head at her argument, almost wanting to chuckle. "They make mail for women too you know.."He stated and thought on it more, "Sometimes they are a bit heavier, but that is depending on what metal it is made with, they come in vests or shirts, and not all of them are heavy. Besides there's nothing wrong with a heavy metal, it protects you better, in case you are hit. Or [i shot]."He had her there, considering they met when she was riddled with arrows.
After she had mentioned it, he offered her another small shrug, "I suppose I would not mind going to shop with you." Though to her last statement he shook his head a little bit. "I would hope you like it, being all that you wear."he chuckled a little bit, teasing. Though his face did get a little bit more serious as he let his hand reach out to lightly trace along the small lighter line left on her stomach, "But I worry for you as well.."He offered, that being one of her arrow scars. He let out a small cough pulling his hand back a bit. "Anyway, I am not able to tell if you enjoy being gawked over or you enjoy only wearing such clothes."He grinned, back to teasing her.
It was an odd point to make, at least to her. She had never really thought of more protection or getting more clothes for the sake of simply changing them. "Chainmail? Aside from the fact that it is rather easy to penetrate them, making them useless, they are needlessly heavy. I find protection simply restricts the movement or in the worst case slows you down," she pointed out, not really believing in protection, but that might be a drow thing, "As for when I wash, I do have a cloak." It wasn't like she sat at a river stark naked to wash her clothes. Even if she was attacked during such a thing, it would be the last thing on her mind to cover herself as her assailants would be too dead to ever tell anyone.
She gave a shrug. "I had nothing better to do," she replied, coyly. What would they do now? Listening to him speak, she looked to him. "Is this your way of saying that you want to go shopping with me?" she asked, slightly amused at the prospect, "I do have a cloak for the cold." It was often just a blanket though, as she didn't really wear it.
His last point made her frown. "Who is to say I don't dress this way because I like to?" she inquired, giving him a pointed look. She did enjoy dressing this way and honestly couldn't imagine running around covered up like human women.
"It's just good to have extra. You could do with more protection, at least some underarmor, chainmail, something..and you have to maintain just those clothes rather often i imagine. It would be nice to be able to do so while in other clothing."He shrugged a bit. She was just more vulnerable the way she was currently. "I was not aware me getting dressed was so fascinating."He teased, sitting down next to her now. Finally they didn't have anything more to do for the day. Aside from talking, he did wonder what they would do now though. He did have a fair point though, she would get less injured with more protection, and he was sure it was not as easy to find complete seclusion and a place to wash her clothes while being naked, having nothing else to get into. He shrugged once more, "It is just one of those things, if we went someplace that sold clothing you might find something you like. And besides that if we continue heading away from where a presumed entrance to your home is, whether we take care of the tattoo or not, it's going to get much colder. Even you would freeze." Of course he would let her use some of his things at that point, a cloak maybe, but clothing was important. "Not everything is about looks all of the time."He figured he should point out, knowing she didn't know otherwise.
It wasn't that she needed privacy while dressing, it was just nicer to feel like you could take a bath without being oogled, not that it was a terrible offense, but it was nice to relax. Once she was in her clothes she sat down on the bed and did let her eyes wander slightly over to him, watching as he dressed.
The remark made her tilt her head. "I don't. Is that a problem?" she asked, confused what the point of this comment was. She didn't really get cold and those clothes were comfy. Sure, it wasn't much armor, but drow were pretty resilient and thus armor was not that important. She had never really missed any other clothes. "Or are you disturbed by my lack of clothes?" she questioned, trying to figure out what he meant.
Once he had his towel he stepped out of the bath and began to dry off, figuring he'd keep doing so until she was actually dressed, after all she needed 'privacy' to put on what little clothes she had. That did bring him to another question though. He also began to get dressed, probably with her having nothing to do now more susceptible to her eyeing him than she had been, though he really wouldn't mind too much he supposed. He wore a red undershirt now and normal enough pants, obviously not going to sleep in his armor. "You don't have a very large variety of clothing.."He noticed, essentially figuring she had her pants, armor, and bra.
She couldn't help find it amusing how he reacted to her statement. She supposed it wasn't a nice comparisons, but it was the truth, was it not? Hearing the question, she wondered how to explain it. "Well... Nice... Caring and such," she tried to explain. Though the more she thought on it, it was clear that servants only acted like that because they were scared of the serving class and being killed.
When he thanked her she nodded and stepped back, so that he had space to finish his bath. Hearing the request, she nodded. "Sure," she replied and grabbed one from the pile before handing it to him. She meanwhile had finished drying herself and began to head for her clothes to slip into them. Her hair was still damp, but it shouldn't take a long time before that was dry as well.
Well he knew it was silly in the end, but it wasn't like it was a good thing to say either. Her being amused clearly brought his face a little more redness. He didn't really know how to respond to her now. "Attributes?" He wondered aloud to her, not knowing what that might mean. Still he let out a slight puff of air now. "Thank you for washing my back." Even if it was only as payback, she didn't actually have to do it and she was. It felt nicer than he thought it would, granted he had given her a massage of sorts he didn't expect to get one in return, it still felt nice. He was pretty much finished in the bath by this time as it was though. "Would you get me a towel?"He asked her, realizing they weren't near him.
Confused she arched a brow at how vehement he denied that he was her servant. It was rare that he seemed so cross about it and she wondered what made it so bad. He did have some tributes of a servant, which was very likely due to the fact that servants were usually kind.
"I never said that you were a servant," she pointed out, confused why he reacted like that, "I said you had attributes of them." She gave a shrug as she kept washing his back. She tilted her head, trying to figure him out. "Was that such a bad thing to say?" she asked, slightly amused and couldn't help a chuckle and splashed some water at his back.
This was certainly a new aspect to things, if she was seeing him as a servant. He actually was a little dumbfounded, wasn't it kind of a big deal? The way they acted.. sometimes was that how a drow's servant would? Her washing his back wasn't all that enjoyable at this point now. "I am not your servant." He iterated not knowing how else to broach the topic anymore. It seemed she had a way under his skin now if she wanted it, as silly as a point it was to make. After all, a lot of the things he did weren't servant like, but those all seemed to slip his mind now that it had been brought up. His face turned slightly red at the weak defense, so she definitely had him on the back foot now.
She paused to think on that. Was he? "You definitely do things a servant would do," she pointed out, knowing she was using a grey area of sorts. At least in her culture he was too kind to be upper class.
Listening to what he said as he continued, she tilted her head. It honestly didn't sound like he wanted her to stop or anything. Though he definitely sounded a little frustrated or something. Either way he has done it für her so why shouldn't she do it for him?
Staying on the stool, she didn't drop the soap, but instead leaned over to lather up his back. It likely wasn't as well done as him nor as much of a massaging element as he did but she did try, even if she did feel like a servant slightly. Still, seeing his back like this was interesting in its own way.
Once she sat behind him he looked at her curiously. "Oh so you believe [i I] am [i your] servant?"He remarked, obviously having just done that for her. Still it was curious what switch flipped in her brain, maybe it really wad just her attributing him to being male and therefore a lower tier of person, or even human, he had to wonder if those thoughts came up with her at all or if she simply said these things out of habit. "It is quite alright. I was mostly teasing anyway."He informed her, not really knowing why this had to matter all that much all the sudden. He wanted to do it for her, and got to appreciate her body in one sense. If she saw it as a chore then he clearly just made it clear she need not bother. He simply began to wash his own hair, maybe so they weren't doing nothing, or she could go back to drying off instead of continuing to watch him
It was a strange back and forth that they had which likely looked odd to outstanders, but somehow it worked for them for whatever reason. "My back is quite enough, thank you," she replied, finding the rest of her body to be quite a different matter.
While he proceeded to get into the tub she busied herself with dry herself, not really paying attention to what he was doing as she wrung out her hair. While there was a slight urge to watch him, she had the restraint to ignore it until he spoke up. Straightening, she looked to him, arching a brow. "You do realize that I am not your servant?" she pointed out, as she gave him a pointed look.
Still, he had washed her back as well. Sighing he moved to sit on the stool he had occupied only a moment ago. "Only because you washed my back," she cleared up as she grabbed the soap and waited for him to be ready.
He chuckled once he wad splashed with water. It was true, he might have teased a little bit too much, but in the end they seemed to find enjoyment in it, so what was the harm. As she commented he shook his head a little bit. "Well if you want more all you need do is ask."He informed her, not really minding, during the process he got to take in how her body felt anyway, so it wasn't like a big deal for him.
When she was out of the way he stripped off his clothing and proceeded into the tub himself, letting out a small breath as he did so . He wondered if she could resist the same temptations he couldn't. Or if she was already looking at him. Either way he took a few moments to himself to close hid eyes and relax before looking to her. "Are you going to wash my back as well?"He questioned, a bit of teasing, but he did wonder if that is something she would even consider.
Hearing his response, she splashed water behind her so that it would hit him. "Very funny," she replied, rolling her eyes behind her closed eyes. His teasing was odd and she did feel her cheeks flush slightly. He always made such odd jokes. Why did he make them?
She relaxed again when nothing else was said and just let him do his thing as he massaged her back some more. Feeling him kiss the back of her head, she did smile softly before he pulled away. "I guess that means that you are quiting your services?" she asked, slightly teasing and took the soap to finish the cleaning process. After that she grabbed a towel and got out of the tub, wrapping it around her. "Your turn then," she told him, looking to him, slowly stepping out and giving him him a quick kiss before moving to go dry herself and so he could get into the tub undisturbed.
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