Heather
She shook her head no. He wasn't uncomfortable to be around. She was just really confused about how he fit a drum that size into his bad. Not her fault... Completely his fault! Big MASSIVE pervert man! 

"Nae tis braw. Tis feeling ferr taps aff richt noo..."

She said, removing some layers. Good lord, she had a lot of armour on. She removed her Brigandine... The other armours... And the Gambeson... And still somehow fit it into her bag. And here was her, complaining how he could fit a drum in his bag. 

She was actually quite small under her armour! She had a very petite build, and her hair was let free to just... Hang. Strangely enough, when not in armour, there was no terrifying aura. Maybe it was the armour that enables her to do something like this?
Rita
He watched her remove her armor, and took in a breath. He continued to find her more, and more beautiful for the minute. He vaguely wondered how she fit her armor into her bag, not thinking of how his own didn't follow the laws of physics much.

"I... Think I understand...?"

He didn't really, and shifted as he debated removing his armor. And he thought about that strange aura again, wondering if it was the armor or his mind playing tricks with him still.
Heather
Awkward silence ensued. Alde and Ida are horrible at keeping a conversation. They need something to talk about... She looked around awkwardly, sipping on her drink, leaning on her chair. 

If he were to stare, she was... Absolutely flat. Well, not completely flat, but she was pretty flat. Her sword would still hang on her waist, but she just lacked armour.
Rita
He sighed, and continued to think, looking about, as he noted her... Flatness. He honestly didn't mind, and leaned back, thinking. He took a moment to take a drink. He tapped the table, sighing.

"So... Uh... Did you know... You're flat?"

He blushed faintly, and looked up at her, to see her response. He imagined he would be slapped in a moment, and prepared himself mentally for it, taking off his Conquistador-esque helmet, and resting it on the table with his drums.
Heather
In perfect Tsundere reaction, though, she didn't have any feelings for him, she turned... Absolutely beet red, covering her chest and... Slapping him with... Half her power. Mind you, she was 8str, so you can say what kind of energy that had. 

She also had tears in her eyes as she covered her chest. How indecent of him! He called her flat. Such an Insulting thing to say to your employee. 

"Damn nunce. Ye'r jammy that a'm needin' a jab, eejit."
Rita
He'd wince, grunted from the slap. He had been stunned by the slap. He wasn't sure what to say, as he came to his senses. Alde blinked a few times, as he rubbed where he'd been slapped.

"I... Deserved that... Sorry. I-I didn't mean to offend."

He apologized, massaging his cheek, and winced. |Never piss her off, that's for sure!| He thought. |That absolutely hurt! Wonder how bad that'll feel if she used a weapon...| He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

"Is there any way I might make it up to you, Ísfríðr?"
Heather
She looked away, obviously finding his apology not adequate. She was thoroughly insulted by his comment about her chest. So damn insensitive! How dare he. He will have to make up for that insult one day. 

She was going to save up that favour he has to give her... Y'know, the thing that happens when you insult a girl. You owe her a bloody favour. A big favour. Maybe she'll make him pay her back in food. 

"Ye owe me a favour then. A muckle favour. 'n' ye dinnae git tae comment aboot mah chest again."
Rita
He looked to the ground, still massaging his cheek. He nodded, sipping his drink, and glancing back to her, feeling really bad about his comment. He tried to think of what to say.

"E-er... Y-yes, of course! Anything you want!"

He said, quickly, hoping to forget his comment. He worried about the favor. |Great... What will she want?| He wondered, tapping the table. |Coin? Food? Backrubs? Eh? Why'd I think of that?|
Heather
She was most definitely insulted. She was gonna make him pay! She will make him her servant! Like... Servant Servant! 

She Turned around on her chair, her equipment dropping under the table, exposing her back to the boy. 

"Back rubs or Back massages please"
Rita
He paused, watching her, as he got up, moving his chair over to her. He took in a breath, as he removed his gauntlets. He'd sit back down, gently running a hand onto her back, and began gently rubbing her back. He hoped it would be enough to repay his mistakes.

"Of course... Like this?"

He's inexperienced, but he's trying least. His hands slowly becoming more confident in the backrub. He feels better as he works.

"I truly am sorry, Isfridor..."