I shoved the tangled blankets away from me, and Conall's eyes slid back to my body with an entirely ignoble graze over my breasts. "I would think armor is fairly ungainly." At last, the wolf seemed to recover himself, a bright, feral grin on his lips. "Oh trust me, mo chroí, I move much better without it." I hummed and stifled my laugh, and Conall braced his hands on either side of my calves. "In fact, I am at my best out of clothing altogether."
