"I can try to teach you, sure. You don't scan as the kind of person who naturally has the right mindset for it, but it might be instructive to walk you through it, regardless, and you might be adaptable enough to pick it up, anyways." 

She snorts, and slides her nails around her ears, a little sheepish smile. 

"Don't worry, 'm pretty happy with my body as is. Still, there's something fun about having the chance to mess around? See if it feels right to go a bit taller or bustier, try out a few different things downstairs out to size, that sort of thing."

"I think I may surprise you." 

Would Scarlet help her shed the rest of her armour? It's supernaturally light and nimble but she'd like all the flexibility she has, for learning. 

And then she flushes slightly. But Paladins do not have any fear and show a bold yet courteous frankness, even in this.

"You should be, it is admirably well trained. That is - something of an appealing thought, I admit, even if it was not my first reaction on learning of it." 

She beckons her over, and fusses gently over her. She's not handsy, per se, but she takes the time to stroke a little, set her firm hands against her skin and settle her hair comfortably in place as she helps ease the armor off. 

She snickers softly, and grins lightly, eyes glinting with an only loosely repressable glee. 

"There's nothing wrong in principle with wanting more, even if you have a certain abundance." 

All right, that will do it. She leans in to her touch.

She had been worried about taking liberties, before. To most ordinary people in lands like these, a knight is never asking you to do anything. It cannot not be coercive.

But Scarlet is Chosen now, isn't she? She understands.

"You're good at this," she comments coolly, but her face is pink and there's a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "one could get used to it."

She shrugs off the last of the plates. She's wearing a shift underneath and nothing else, and with the layers of plate and padding cast off it clings to her sweaty skin, showing heavy muscle and strong shoulders. Hers is a less primal and rippling sort of strength, but she's solidly built and almost tall enough to look Scarlet in the eye.

She does. 

"You should be careful talking like that. Clerics of Pelor should be honest and true always. So people might want you to prove it."

She snorts and smiles, leaning in to nose into her hair a little, breathing gently of it. 

"They're not exactly hidden, y'know." 

She slides her hands up to heft her breasts, positively bouncing them up in her hands, letting their bounty overflow her palms, the tan-white just translucent enough to show through a hint of the color of her skin, now. 

She leans in, tilting her head back a little. She smells of smoke and leather and salt, and the feeling of Scarlet's breath on her neck makes her come out in goosebumps. 

All right now she looks down properly. 

Her breasts jut out proudly from her chest, wrapped only loosely up in her clothes. Her abs shine with an almost polished light, every crease a delight for the eyes. She gives her breasts a little taunting squeeze, bronzed skin streaming out of her grasp, a glut of gorgeous titflesh slipping out around the edges of her clothes. She shakes out her wavy hair with a chuckle, looking back at her with a smile. 

She bites her lip a little. 

She wants to trace fingers lightly over her abs and know what they feel like and see how she reacts -

All right. She needs to rapidly change how she's relating to Scarlet now that she knows she understands that she's fundamentally safe here and send some signals that are clear enough to implicitly reward her for that, gods, but also not overbearing -

She puts her hands on Scarlet's hips and fixes her with a stern glare, but she's smiling. "You know, I think you know what you're doing."

She smirks, and quirks up her eyebrows a little. 

"Oh? For all you know, this could just be my first little demonstration of your coming lesson." 

She looks stolidly into her eyes. "If your tricks are just about distractions like this, you might be in trouble against a foe with any discipline." She punctuates this by keeping eye contact even as she teases over the sensitive skin above her hips with both thumbs, and smirking just a little bit. 

She snorts, and steps back, swaying out her shoulders. 

"Tricks can be fun." 

She shakes her head, and then rubs her hands together, and tilts her head up in thought. 

"It's not about tricks, though. It's about the - mindset. You mentioned that the powers of the Chosen are about - being a part of a bigger idea, yeah? There's the physical component, of course - there's a minimum level of physical conditioning where below it just is not gonna fuckin' happen - it's about... This." 

She sighs out, and smiles a little.

"The - feeling of the play of the hunt, the immediate sense of your body on your skin, the sense of - personally being bold and big and brazen, the sense that you can press and shape and shake the world and your opponent's nerve. That's where much of the strength is drawn from." 

That's a little disappointing. But this too will work. 

She settles at once into something closer to a grappling stance, balanced and poised, arranged to limit the striking surface, curiously fluid and feline for someone so firmly built as she is. 

"Bold sounds right. I was being courteous, you should know, not shy. Do you care to demonstrate?"