She laughed, fangs flashing, and reached up from where she crouched on the balls of her feet to tap the pad of her thumb over his lips. "Shut up, then," she teased, eyes radiant with sudden happiness. Smiled hard enough that the scarred side of her face creased before she moved her hand, cupped the heel of his boot now the buckles were undone, freeing him of it after a practiced wriggle.

"'And leave your damnable illogic alone,'" she parroted, in a passable mimicry of his voice. The boot was set aside with a thud, and the second followed easier. She worked her way up his body, setting armor aside at an efficient pace.