I, ah...didn't mean it in that context," he said quickly, his eyes wide. "Oh, Maker's breath." He didn't have the freedom to cover his face, both hands occupied. He did lift his hand briefly from the tiller to rub it down the side of his cheek. "More like...oh, you know! Those crafts the wealthy parade up and down the coastline for their jaunts and then grouse when raiders take them away."

He chuckled then, relieved to move to the next topic. "Armor. That's a perfectly good reason. I should have thought of that, myself. So if I ever decide to misbehave with you, I should be sure to do it in full plate."