<div class="floatleft">(http://orig11.deviantart.net/e18a/f/2017/187/2/e/viktor01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgy9.jpg)(http://orig03.deviantart.net/5309/f/2017/187/3/d/alexandra01_by_ravagedgirl-dbfdgyd.jpg)</div><br/><br/>"Mmmmm... She is right." Alex reached across the table lay a hand on his gauntlet. "You're going to sweat yourself to death in all that." Pouncing on the opportunity to get her man dressed down. "I can help you take if off. I know its all very heavy on your own." Smiling sweetly, her fingers slipping into his grip. With a sideways glance and a glint of mischief in her eye she continued "Or maybe one of the servers can help. I'm sure they have experience with buckles and straps of<em>all</em>kinds." Even Viktor did not miss the double entandre intended there.<br/><br/>"I'm fine." Was the insistent response from the other side of the table. "You may take away our weapons for the evening however." He just wanted to eat while the food was still hot and was already ripping a handful of the bread to dip into his stew. To him his armour was just another layer of his uniform. He could take it off later when it was time for him and Alex to head to bed.<br/><br/>A squeeze of his fingers made Vitkor look up into Alex's eyes. now showing a faint degree of annoyance at his lack of effort to relax like they had just talked about. "Fine.... Fine." Dropping his bread reluctantly. "Take me to this vault of yours." Gathering up both Alex's and his own weapons as his lover leaned with with a victory smirk painted across her face.