I smiled a little. "I don't know why you think I would stop finding you attractive for it, when most of what draws me to you is nothing to do with what your leg looks like, clothed or otherwise. Unless you become stupid when your clothes come off, I assure you my opinion will not change. Unless of course," I added, my head tipped to the side, "you are hoping to change my opinion so you will not have to worry about me plying my charms on you."

I stood directly before him now, and raised a hand to his cheek briefly before reaching for a chair. "I promise you, whatever I am, I will not make an advance where I know it is unwelcome." I sat on the stool, my hands now at level with his leg when he sat on the bed, and reached into my pocket for the little tub of salve I carried there; I used it to keep my hands soft, but I thought the herbs in it might help his circulation.

"Now, I cannot do this with your clothes still on, no matter how fetching you may think they are," I said with a wry little smile.