Sigmund guided Kachina's hands to his cloak clasp and armor latches, the latter of which being in unordinary places, a testament to the custom forging. Starring into her eyes the whole time anticipating things to come he, gently worked his equipment off. Help was not usual, the speed with which they both could work was a pleasant surprise. "I had considered waiting to see where you were going to stay, but did not want to appear so obvious." He admitted with a coy smile and tone.<br/><br/>Freed of clothing and armor, his body grey taut in the cool air. While no body-builder, he was certainly well defined. The platforms of his chest rose and fell with each breath above a thick trunk of abdomen muscles. A bulge could be seen snaking down the trouser leg against his thigh. "An error on my part," he cooed, "I could have had you to myself the whole night."