If Skellig had any ounce of energy left for anything other than the basics right now, he'd probably have made a move on her while she was fetching the rags and the amphora. As it is, he manages to stand up, move off the silks, and holds his hand out for a rag.

His eyes say plenty, however, when he looks at her.

Temptress.

"Is there anything else we need to look for, among the things here?"