Aulfr had both an advantage and disadvantage- his current outfit was two layers of leather armor and a layer of chainmail- a leather undershirt, the skirt of chainmail, and then the green leather armor. This meant that, for the most part, any jabs directly to him did nothing more than push him a bit. This also meant that he was getting hit more than he'd liked by the small, nimble little girl- who had found out that he didn't have such thick armor between his groin.

He had gone into a rage at first- unlike the rest of his people, he didn't lose his sense when he did, and just fought harder, faster. And then, when she started to laugh, his mood cleared like fresh flowing water. He laughed right back, a sound that hadn't been heard in the castle for years. None of the soldiers or guards were fit to fight against him- she was the first real challenge, in single combat. 

But she was fighting in frilly underwear and a too-large shirt, versus his armored self. She wasn't going to win- but they had proved to each other who their next preferred sparring partner would be. And that no-win came in the form of a glancing blow to her shoulder, knocking her off balance, and the follow-up being a grab. Hand firmly planted on her arm, he swung her against the wall, trying to stun her- and then he shoved her towards the bed.

He disengaged then, taking a step back and declaring, "Alright. You passed." He didn't seem to care much about her state- the only thing he cared about was the 'throne' of the Oberjarl, and a couple more things that he had recently found, and would never admit. Either way, he crossed his room to his wardrobe, where he pulled out his key, inserted it into the oak wardrobe's lock, and unlocked the door. Repocketing his key, he pulled open his wardrobe to display a warrior's dream- all along the doors were knives, handaxes, swords, gauntlets and inside were pieces of leather armor, regular clothing, shoes, boots, heavy coats, everything he'd need, all stuffed into one.

Then he looked at his own clothing, and then at the relatively naked Alexia, and said, "Cut something up and make your own. You said you were a seamstress, no?"