[Oh, no, after all this, she's gonna be able to order him around like the big, dumb, sappy puppy he is --

But he can see that excitement, getting him excited to match, and... y'know what? Maybe he'll give the blade a little bit of sharpness again.
Not to hurt her, of course - unless she'd be into that? He's not sure - but purely to cut through the fabric of her top just a little.]

Mais, listen to you - t'es fou, you crazy! But that's okay...
I am, too.

[Using his free hand, he'll go ahead and whip off his cloak, purely to chuck it elsewhere entirely. Just to get it out of the way before he leans in closer.]

... How 'bout you be a good girl, lay down for me? May get some use outta you, yet...!