Cade can't imagine what is possessing this woman to be so friendly to him, and he can't stop glancing around, waiting for the snickering or the top of someone's head to emerge from behind a hay bale. A few of his fellow knights in training had once bought time with a prostitute for his birthday, but it had always been more for them than for him. How they'd laughed when he'd walked into his chamber, found her there, and left to spend the night in the chapel.
Needless to say, talking to women in a non-military context is not his forte.

"..you too," he says, a bit distantly. He turns away to scrape the shovel against the stone floor, attempting to dislodge some of the packed-in filth that the last person missed.