"And ruin my reputation as the reasonable one? No, no. I'll suffer in stoic silence. It caught your attention, after all, didn't it?" He shot her a half smile.

He reached out a hand to help steady her, little more than pressure to lean against if she needed it. He wasn't feeling shy all of a sudden, but it was different touching someone during a moment of mutual intimacy and just shooting out a hand uninvited.

"Thank you." His small clothes were on top of them, caught up in the folds. He straightened them out first to pull them on, lifting just enough to get them over his hips and tied. The breeches followed. "I think you'll find me a little less distractable in Kirkwall." Realizing that could be taken as a challenge, he hastily added, "On duty, at least." She had already promised to behave herself in the Gallows. He wasn't too worried.

"Off duty I don't mind so much."