Her skin flushed and sweat, her hair wild in 'frizzy' curls, her body in front of him on full display for him to gaze upon? She may think she is a mess, but Skellig thinks otherwise.

She is hot. And not just literally.

His gaze as he looks her over is definitely not a chaste one. "I will not object your hands on me," he murmurs, voice low. "Might cause a bit of...excitement, though."