Sir Shane had been silently praying that the woman wasn't going to make such a request. His mind ran through every excuse he could think of, trying to find one that might convince Elaine to let the helmet stay on. But ultimately, he could tell from the look on her face that he'd have as much success convincing her as he would have convincing any noble back in Stormhelm that wanted to see his face when he spoke to them. "D-Don't worry about moving." Sir Shane said, slumping slightly in resignation as his hands moved up to grasp his helmet. "It... wouldn't make much difference to me either way." He lifted his helmet off his head then, revealing the face of the nervous looking [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/092b4c50-dcfd-4a47-b19e-24af487b99db.jpg]young man[/url] that lay beneath.