That's.......... okay.

[His arm is slack, passively resisting getting his arm swung while not completely stopping her. He gives her a look, exhaling an audible sigh through his nose, playing up how annoyed he is even if there's a hint of a smile curling the corner of his lips.]

I'm really hoping they did me the favor of washing them. Or, believe me, you won't want to smell them. [Dead bodies, farms with half rotten animals, swamp water... yeah, he'd been in a lot worse places but Spain had been pretty rank.]