Put “What’s my prize?” in my ask. I’ll use a random number generator and your character gets a free pass to…:
17. Put my character in an embarrassing costume.
“Well, I suppose it could have been worse.”
She just laughed at him. “You just want me to give you all the answers, and nothing in return! Offer me something, my lord, and we’ll see.”
”I’m afraid I’ve nothing of worth to offer you, m’lady.” Gwaine replied with a sigh, untying the gambeson the rest of the way, before he shrugged it from his shoulders and tossed it on top of his chain mail. Bare from the waist up, he reached for the gown. He raised both his brow and her dress to her, puzzled. “Shouldn’t the lowering of my dignity suffice as payment?”
It took her entirely too long to remember to breathe again. Hastily she picked up the chain mail from the floor, pretending it was the weight of it that made her breathless. “It’s true, this is quite a forfeit you’re paying.” She glanced up to him, eyes dancing. “‘Tis said in the lower town that no man can drink you under the table, nor, hmm, no maid refuses you her bed. Which says to me,” she grinned, “that you spend far less time under armour than you would have me believe.”