He had to admit that though he might have been uncertain of this grappling game when they'd started, Papillion's praise felt good, and he relaxed a little more. He let her adjust him, nodding understanding as he felt his perch become more secure with her demonstration of where to place feet and hands to best effect. "It's not that bad of a shirt," he protested, but only weakly. It was a sturdy woodsman's tunic, thick enough to keep off nettles and briars, and not nearly as comfortable as his usual soft, tailored clothing. Which was all part of the disguise, after all, and so he couldn't really argue when it was working.
He was still treating her with cautious respect, enough that she had no problem finding space to slip her hand, though this time he resisted when she tried to break his grip. He grunted, flexing to keep his position, but her leverage allowed her to break through in spite of that and grab his shirt again. He tried to jerk back, putting space between their chests and driving his hips down to try and keep her pinned and his feet where she had helped to position them. Since she had already broken his hold on her shirt, he shift his hand to her wrist, trying to dig his thumb beneath hers and pull her hand off him as she broadened her base without him realizing what her goal was.
He was still treating her with cautious respect, enough that she had no problem finding space to slip her hand, though this time he resisted when she tried to break his grip. He grunted, flexing to keep his position, but her leverage allowed her to break through in spite of that and grab his shirt again. He tried to jerk back, putting space between their chests and driving his hips down to try and keep her pinned and his feet where she had helped to position them. Since she had already broken his hold on her shirt, he shift his hand to her wrist, trying to dig his thumb beneath hers and pull her hand off him as she broadened her base without him realizing what her goal was.
