"Ay, we shall." As he steps back, he takes her in with one swift glance from head to toe--the cut of her dress emphasizes the strength of her arms and shoulders, and emphasizes the contrast between her full bosom and her trim waist. He's sure that if he glimpsed her from behind, he'd see the powerful back muscles of an archer on full display. "Thou lookest well, Susan," he says, after what's perhaps too long a pause. (Is he staring?--Christ, he's staring, isn't he.) "This fashion suits thee."