Valor couldn't help but smile approvingly at that kiss. She was a rather good actress, he had to admit. They were really going to pull this off!
At her words, he looked at her--really looked at her--as though he'd forgotten her state of dress. Or rather, undress. Still in that skimpy outfit he'd jokingly called "spidersilk" for all it hid, and worse yet, still collared with manacles at her wrists. Right. Pari. They still had to track down Pari for the damned key.
"I mean, I don't think it's a bad look at all," he said with a wink. "But it's more a bedroom look. No, princess, you belong in silks and jewels. I'll have my servants bring you up something, and then we'll get you some proper clothing. Something that really shows you off. And then we'll get that ugly metal off of you."
He frowned, dipping his hand down from her chin to slip a finger beneath her collar, feeling at the skin beneath. "Is it chafing bad? I can't believe they put this on you. Eat up, lovely, and when you're done, we'll take care of matters."