Lon moved quietly down the hallway, towards the room he'd seen Joli disappear into. Silently, he pushed the door open, and let his eyes roam the room before finally settling on Joli as she worked on removing her armor. He paused for a second, taking a few moments to commit her to memory, just like that, before slowly swinging the door back, to where it stood barely ajar again. He dropped his pack on the floor, and pushed it with one foot under the bed as he moved over towards her.<br/><br/>"Is that the point of armor?" he teased, running one hand down along the stiff leather encasing her torso, before finding the fastenings wrapped around her thighs, and working them loose. "Besides, I'm sure we can find something more flattering for you to wear, when you've less need of this."