She turned him round and pushed him toward the door. “You must arm and warm up.” She looked around, and muttered, “What did you do with my dress?”
“Mmm, I can think of plenty other more pleasurable ways to warm up,” he refuted with a smirk, before following her gaze and frowning, brows furrowing together. “Try under the bed?”
She turned, and then spotted the fabric tumbled over a stool under the window. “Here it is.” She pulled it over her head, smoothing the fabric out. Rafael opened the door, frowned disapprovingly at Isaac’s nudity, even more disapprovingly at Summer’s presence, and reported, “Your armour and weapons are prepared for your challenge, Master Isaac.”