Why did it feel like they weren't just talking about the regular sword and sheath he knew?
The way they jerked apart like two children who'd been gossiping about something they weren't supposed to know only added to his suspicion.
"I was just explaining the technicalities of wielding a sword to her." Andon said, recovering before her.
The glint in Andon's eyes told him that he wasn't speaking the truth - or the whole truth at least. Something was amiss
He stomped his muddy boots as much as he could before going inside.
His clothes had dried almost immediately due to his intense body heat.
Claire was still shivering, but he wasn't going to offer warmth anymore - Andon would be more efficient in that regard.
He closed his eyes, pretending to sleep, but the sleep just wouldn't come.
Every time he'd glance at her, she'd be watching him, her eyes lingering on his breeches every once in a while.
If she kept looking at him like a mare in heat…
