“Can’t knock the heads of allies. Their bannermen don’t like it.”

But he moves in close against her again, the way he ordinarily wouldn’t with so many people around, as if he’s going to kiss her. It’s like she’s the only woman here... until one of the natives brushes past, carrying a stack of rough breeches and pliant soft tunics with high round necks. He watches them pass, looking skeptical.

“Don’t know what to make of the clothes here.”