POV Dan
He begrudgingly inched over his sense of reason warring with his sense of propriety, and his own dark desiers. He knew what she was saying to be true but…still…
Once he was between the two thick wool blankets as close to the edge as possible, she said "Now you have to remove all your outer clothes"
"What?!" he exclaimed again.
"Take off your jacket and chain mail." She ordered sounding annoyed. Slowly, while facing the other way he did. "Now your pants," she said.
"Absolutely not," he replied horrified.
"Don't be ridiculous you have long underwear on underneath them right? Just be thankful it's not the dead of winter or I'd make you remove those as well."
Unable to form words he just shimmied out of his outer pants and desperately tried to think about disgusting things he hated.
