It's all in the hips. Pelvic thrusting his way over the Frostbacks right to Gjurd.

Rolling his eyes, he still gives her a pat with the good hand, or makes to because y'know he's filthy and she's proper. Well, she wasn't a proper Orlesian because Asher liked her but he's not Asher either but she doesn't have to suffer him if she'd rather not. Still. It's appreciated. "I've had so much worse, see this one here-" offering out the hand he points to a scar taking up a chunk of the middle finger of the other hand. "Nearly had that bitten clean off once by a lass - merchant's guild daughters, more trouble than they're worth you best believe - so Gunnar stitched up with thread we nicked off her."