Floyd
He was rather startled at how active she had been in removing his armour, reflexively raising his arms in order to facilitate the removal of it. He really didn't feel like it was a bad thing that he didn't take his armour off, he was actually quite used to washing himself along with the thing.

"Aaah, what you doing? Is quite ticklish, yes?" He gets out a few chuckles as more and more of his plate came off, each bit revealing scars, bite marks, and in some places even burn marks. "Kondor is embarrassed." 

It wasn't that he wasn't taught how, he just found it more convenient. On top of that, he never really spent much time with any one individual.
Cora
She couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected reaction from the giant man.

"So you're the ticklish sort? I'll have to keep that in mind!"

*But those scars, I wonder if his whole life has been fighting, just because he's big? Reliable, but seems unfair for such a nice guy.*

"Alright, now go be embarrassed in some hot water!" She said with an encouraging pat. "Wait, I don't really mean that literally. Just go wash up."

With the last heavy plate added to the impressive pile she started rooting around in her duffel bag. Extracting brushes, cloth, and flasks of oil she then plopped down next to the armor, took a deep breath, and started cleaning it all properly.
Floyd
Nodding with an appreciative smile on his face, the man then lumbered his way off to the showers. Underneath his armour he had only actually been wearing some old looking trousers, but at least it's better than not wearing anything.

"Thank you. Is grateful, really."
Cora
- - - **The next morning** - - -

The tiny Macen resting her head against Kondor's side finally stirred after having been up late, diligently working on there equipment until it looked almost new. Her long blonde hair she had let down was a right mess from sleep, and in a plain red tunic she looked no different from your average civilian compared to her armed and armored appearance last night. Or rather, next to Kondor, she looked like an average child. 

Wearily she sat up and rubbed her eyes. She turned her head to regard her current adventuring companion to see if he was awake. She lightly patted his side.

"Morning, my friend. Sleep was good?"
Floyd
Turning his head slowly to face the tiny lady, Kondor nodded in response to her question. He would have insisted that she slept instead of working on his armour, but since he had pretty much lost track of time in the baths, he himself had only actually came back way past midnight. Patting the woman softly with his gargantuan digits, he stretched himself, groaning slightly as he prepared to get up.

"Yes, yes, I sleep good. You?"
Cora
"Whoa, hehe."

She couldn't help but laugh a bit at being patted on the head by a hand so large it blocked out the sun for her. Not to mention almost no one ever gave her headpats. From anyone else it might seem weird but from Kondor she sensed not even the barest hint of ill will. It was nice and it made her smile.

"I slept like a rock once I got around to it. Hopefully not too late, though.." She replied with a stretch. She went to the window to check the position of the sun.

*High up there already, but not 'high noon' yet. Lucky. That sure was a lot of work last night.*

She yawned and turned around, half leaning, half sitting on the open window sill.

"Hungry?"
Floyd
"Ooh, yes, always hungry. And thank you for armour." Standing up from the bed and scratching his back as he looked at the pile of now shiny plates, he couldn't help but smile at the thing, remembering when it was first given to him.

"What food you like?" He asked while placing the gauntlets on his arms once more. He was fine going on without the armour, but his weapons were to keep.

His helmet did seem to be slightly loose, so it was evident that he had taken it off yesterday, albeit not somewhere she could have seen him. He strapped on the bottom part of the thing, before sorting through his stuff, deciding what to take and what to leave. Coin bag, definitely take. Anyone dumb enough to try to mug him would probably end up being the one who was mugged.
Cora
"Aha, silly question, of course you would be. I guess I was asking what you wanted in a roundabout way. I'll try to remember to keep it straightforward. As for what I like? Hmmmm... I'd have to say most things, but when I'm in town I like to try stuff I can't easily have out in the wild, stuff that takes more preparation like sauces of fresh baked goods. Oh eggs, definitely we should grab a few eggs while we can." Briefly she reconsidered, considering Kondor, and laughed lightly. "Or a few dozen."

She pushed off from the sill as Kondor selected a minimum of gear. From her own things she picked only a belt with a pouch attached to it and some light boots better suited for local travel. And of course the room key. She led him out and locked the door behind them before heading downstairs, tea and eggs first on her mind. She made an effort at fixing her hair as they went, though she knew it was mostly futile.
Floyd
I'm the end, he ended up just taking his gauntlets and money, as well as a pouch which contained a few materials for emergency, such as a few darts and a couple metres of rope. "Kondor likes anything, meat better though. Beef, cow, anything. Kondor will eat it. Or, we could hunt food." 

He didn't actually have any hair, in contrast to Roach, though that wasn't something that was visible. Lowering his head as he went down the stairs, he just ignored any staring that he might get.
Cora
"Mm, not a bad idea. Farm cattle are way better than wild, and they can marinate the meat in all sorts of tasty sauces. We should try slow cooked pork with the sweet and tangy glaze sometime. Practically melts in your mouth. But it sounds like steak and eggs for today."

 She droned on happily, scanning the downstairs dining area. It seemed a busy morning, but thanks to Kondor being Kondor most people made space for them. They got many glances, a few double takes, and even one or two long stairs. It seemed a few people had something on their mind seeing them together, but thankfully held their tongues for now.

Roach found a free table for them both and waved down a serving girl, who did not look happy about it. She ordered green tea, steak marinated in a bourbon sauce, and scrambled eggs. She then asked if Kondor wanted the same or something else, before tripling the size of his order. 

"Phew, clean, well rested, and soon to be well fed. Our boss sure is lucky. So, how long exactly have you been a swor- er, a mercenary?"
Floyd
Agreeing to have the same food as Roach had chosen, while also feeling ever so slightly guilty for the commotion which the two had caused, Kondor tapped his fingers on the table happily, while waving at the serving girl, no ill intent directed in any way.

"Kondor has been mercenary... 12 years. Kondor is 36 years old. Wander, quest, fight, so on. Looking for master, I am. He very good man, make me these." He shakes his wrists a bit, indicating that he meant his gauntlets. "They called, Donner, and Schlag. Very good weapons, just good for me."
Cora
"Twelve years? That's about half as long as I've been alive! And you got *Named* Weapons from your master? Shoot I've got a ton of em but nothing with a name. Maybe we can look for your master together after this job? I have nothing else planned after and what falls in one mercs lap can be done better by two, am I right? Speaking of we should probably gear up and head to the docks after we eat, I know it's at least late morning."

The small mercenary certainly liked to talk it seemed. She likewise sermed to find Kondor to be very interesting, or good company, or both. The many people around them stealing glances or giving looks went largely unnoticed since she had initially identified them.