Thread: Dominant Paladin, Innocent Bard (PsionicCuttlefish & SweetandSour)

Hearing someone actually compliment his music playing, even if it was moderated by the audience's admission of not being a notable judge...was still something very new for the inexperienced but bright-eyed elf. New and pleasant, even the headruffle. He smiled mildly as Gwen then upended her travel-bag, demonstrating its magically-expanded storage capacity. Tyler had heard that they were a common--if exceptionally pricey--item among successful adventurers, but it was still something else to see one in action, the upper classes of society didn't usually have as much utility for such things, except when bound to vaults or rooms. Then came the directions from Gwen on setting up camp. At this, Tyler snapped his full and complete attention onto Gwen, with a slightly more serious expression on his face. He could scarcely imagine himself in a fight, that was still true, but while he had also never 'roughed it' before, he was certain that this much, he could do. He had to, even if she liked his music he would just be a burden on her if he didn't. Considering how kind and accepting of him she had been, he was driven to do his best for her. He hung onto her every word and followed every direction for setting up the tent, occasionally asking what purpose certain support-poles served, and generally focused to learn everything to the best of his ability. Starting a fire and cooking went similarly, he displayed remarkably quick learning and astuteness in understanding the proper techniques to build a fire and why. Similar attention was paid to cooking, which he had done a few times in the past and even now was a simple affair, but he committed everything into his mind all the same--and was already thinking up ideas for different things he could try, especially when Gwen mentioned having him pick out spices at the next opportunity. Once everything was set and the stew was simmering over the merrily crackling campfire, Tyler stood back with Gwen, finally starting to 'relax' from his serious focus, but still with a pleased smile on his face. He was certain from here out, he could do things on his own without needing supervision, then he could properly serve Gwen. He grunt-huffed at the very large and very strong woman 'patting' his back, but continued smiling anyway. However, he turned his head towards her as she started pondering other duties for him. He didn't mind, and simply started to refocus on her with the same attentiveness as before....until she finally found the thought she was looking for. He blinked once. Then his eyes suddenly popped wide open and a red fire suffused his face in record time! ... Um ...?? Was all he could manage to say, before she finally finished the thought. O- Oh. R-right. Of course. He managed to get out as he averted his eyes a little and fidgeted. She was doing this on purpose, there was no doubt about it now! Still, while her... suggestive moments of teasing were quite embarrassing for him, he supposed it wasn't the worst thing in the world...truth be told the playfulness of it was sort of...well... He did focus back on her with cheeks and eartips still lightly tinted pink as she then demonstrated the fascinating ability of being able to summon her armor on herself in an instant! He could immediately see how incredibly useful such a trick was! But...of course there was a catch...she could not un-summon it in the same manner, it had to be removed normally. He did suck in a small breath as she leaned in close to him, then...lightly prodded his nose, making him blink and blush slightly pinker for a moment. Along with, traitorously, his pants feeling a smidge tighter especially as he got a brief up-close glance at how... massive she was even with her...'chest'-plate keeping everything in... He was quickly recovering though, he knew that putting on and taking off the knight's armor was a duty of the squire, one of the major ones even. Her...teasing aside...they were just apparently going to be skipping the putting on part. This was normal, he was expecting this, yes. He cleared his throat and started working himself back into fully-attentive mode. Right. So, ah, which part do we start with? He asked with hands partially raised. He was ready to follow every instruction carefully and commit it to memory, just like before...