[He can't really disagree with her assessment of the situation. The whole thing does reek of someone too powerful for their own good (and everybody else's) getting off on this sort of thing. A noble or something is what he'd guess.
The soft thud as she kicks the side of the bed draws his eyes for a moment before he quickly averts them again.]
I'm Armin. Armin Arlert. And-- [He fiddles with the sleeve of the jacket he's been given before he moves to shrug out of it.] Uhm, I know this isn't much, but would you like my jacket? To wear, I mean.
[ He holds it out to her. He wishes he had more to offer, but he can hardly skim out of his pants and give those to her. He isn't sure if they'd fit, and really, that'd still leave one of them in their underwear. The fact that they both have been dressed as they have, like they are a pair of dolls expected to play out a scene for someone else's enjoyment --though, honestly, that seems a rather close approximation of what is going on-- just adds another layer of vileness to the entire thing.]
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The soft thud as she kicks the side of the bed draws his eyes for a moment before he quickly averts them again.]
I'm Armin. Armin Arlert. And-- [He fiddles with the sleeve of the jacket he's been given before he moves to shrug out of it.] Uhm, I know this isn't much, but would you like my jacket? To wear, I mean.
[ He holds it out to her. He wishes he had more to offer, but he can hardly skim out of his pants and give those to her. He isn't sure if they'd fit, and really, that'd still leave one of them in their underwear. The fact that they both have been dressed as they have, like they are a pair of dolls expected to play out a scene for someone else's enjoyment --though, honestly, that seems a rather close approximation of what is going on-- just adds another layer of vileness to the entire thing.]