"A Templar an optimist? Perish the thought!" He laughed easily. "I'm pretty sure there's a clause against that somewhere in the recruitment folder."

He felt heat come to his cheeks. Only by force of effort was he able to hold her gaze. He was much easier to fluster when he wasn't in the thick of arousal. "I, uh...you know, there is nothing in the world I could say right now that won't sound ridiculously awkward about that, so..." He was still grinning, finally having to look up and off to the side.

He cleared his throat. "If we were in an inn somewhere, I wouldn't be proposing this, but I think it might be a good idea to get dressed. I'm a little...worried...sitting out here in the open like this now that I have half a brain to think with again." The look he gave her was a little chagrined, a little admiring. "You're alarmingly good at distracting me."