[ there's a sudden wave of relief, and gratitude, as he turns around without so much a question. and continues their conversation as if nothing had happened at all. well-practiced in the art of denial and ignoring what is there, inej thinks to herself as she undoes the chest plate as quietly as possible, setting it on the nearby bed before beginning to undo the leg guards. ]

I think I may need it, if we get into a fight. I do not have my knives; all I have is that mace.

[ it's said after a moment, undoing leather straps and latches with less-than-nimble fingers, her attention focused on loosening the shin-guards so she could simply slip her legs out of them. leather pants, linen shirt . . . padded, with boots. and, with a quick look over herself, she deems herself appropriately dressed, albeit a little ridiculous. and, once she steps out of the metal guards properly, and stands on her feet: ]

Ready.

[ as she rolls her shoulders, free of the weight of the armor. and, when he turns back around, she offers him a small, grateful smile (a silent thank you), before she then realizes that now she has to ask him to be uncomfortable, when she just asked him to turn around to take off armor that really revealed nothing. but, inej squashes that thought, before she steps forward, crossing her arms loosely over her chest.

may as well just go for it. ]

I need you to lift your shirt, and I need to touch you, to test what I have been given from the witch.

[ to the point, but seeking permission, before she does it. ]

It should not take very long to see if it is possible, but it requires contact, and a live subject.

[ why inej wants to test this on possibly the worst live subject she knows, she won't say, but kaz can be a willing guinea pig when he wants to be. and inej is banking on the fact that curiosity is going to kill the cat. ]