Amon simply freezes as Naya runs her hands over him, he scowls behind his shroud and hood but makes no comment, at least until Naya finishes talking.

'Take, your, hands out of there' Amon's words takes on a very authoritative tone and he seemed even more serious than before. 'The [i]fence[/i] as you put it, is called ringmail. It is armour, clothing designed to stop the wearer being injured in battle, now please take your hand away. I will warn you now, if you do things like that in the city you shan't be there long'.