Her eyes glitter at the sight of the armor. "Oh, yes, an excellent trophy of a hard-won victory," she says, scooping up the armor easily, and arranging it on an emptied armor rack. She considers the helmet for a moment then tosses it back to him. "You deserve this, as a trophy, for your own hoard."<br/><br/>She made sure, while arranging the armor, to give him plenty of opportunity to appreciate her plump backside.