The knight laughed along with the Lady, finally apprehending the absurdity of the situation. The bards were doing a fine job, but they did not really want to be here. His soldiers were on guard for attack, and here the two were dancing in full armor, which gleamed from the cookfire. It was hardly a ball, but then they did not exactly have the time out here.
When she implied that they at least mend the situation a little by doffing their gear, he responded by leaning down to plant a kiss upon her lips. "We might need some privacy," he said softly, casting a glance towards his men. Underneath his armor, he wore no finery suitable for a nobleman to wear alone, just long padded clothing that looked rather similar to what one might wear to bed.
Naturally, he hadn't thought to bring much in the way of court dress with him, though he cursed himself for not having the foresight to raid a tailor on the ride over here.
