Adjutor couldn't help but chuckle at the pirate's comment, nor could he help but be drawn to the sight of the glove being removed. It wasn't that the act itself was particularly attention-grabbing, but the fact that she accepted the ruling, along with his mind following through to the logical conclusion, complete with the appropriate mental images. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts from his mind, Adjutor considered the pirate's statement for a moment.
"That might depend on what you consider a battle," Adjutor says, "...Oh wait, just battles, not...."
With that, Adjutor takes a swallow of the Zombie Killer, relishing in the tangy burn of the alcohol before setting the glass back down.
"Okay, then, what am I taking off?" Adjutor asks, "Although, given that I didn't say that the person who you guessed something about had to be the one who lost a piece of clothing, I suppose it's your choice as to who removes what. In any case, I suppose it's Forest's turn now."
With that, what little of Adjutor remained lucid did its level best to focus on the Concept of Shield, Xarrest doing the same, their minds filling with everything they associated with the Concept.