"I don't pretend to understand the oddities of your dress." Darius chuckled and spoke in a quieter tone, "I'm only concerned with how to get it off when I need to." Once he'd gotten it up to where it needed to be and she was able to take over, he turned his back to her to find his own pants. Slightly irritated that they had apparently fallen from where they lay, he bent down to pick them up. Quickly enough, he had them pulled back on and loosely laced. Gwen had mentioned her own preparations requiring drawings, and if he was going to have to remove them once more it made no sense to him to lace them up entirely.<br/><br/>"It is not my success they will appreciate, it is yours. Not many make it through a full branding in one sitting. You have earned your respect. Though I feel required to inform you that Agaria will likely be furious not only that I took you as my own, but that you did what she could not." The leather cuirass that covered his chest was pulled over, again with the lacings ignored. The thing was uncomfortable at best, and provided little to no warmth. Furs would later take care of that.<br/><br/>"There are a few mirrored surfaces that we might use to allow you to see," Darius grinned wickedly, "even one suspended above our bed."<br/><br/>Once Gwen was fully dressed, he draped her cloak over his arm and gave the heavy doors a hard shove. The guards outside adjusted their positioning so as not to be hit by them. As soon as they saw their warlords burned hand, and the angry redness on the woman's shoulder that he escorted, immediately they bowed at the waist. "Lord and Mistress," was quietly repeated by each guard as they passed.<br/><br/>"You'll learn these halls soon enough."<br/><br/>Roughly five minute's walk had them back at the Warlord's chambers. The doors were pulled open for them, and it was clear that servants had came and went, replacing the lighter food with heavier foods for the evening meal. "Make yourself at home, Mistress."