Claude chuckles. "Your shield idea isn't too bad," he acknowledges. "Although I don't know if I'm cut out to be anyone's shield..."

He keeps tugging the boot up, inch by inch. By the time it gets to his thigh, it's definitely a tight squeeze, and boy it's not super comfortable when you don't have shaved legs, but...with a slight stomp to the ground to settle his foot fully into the heel, it's on. He grins broadly. "Eat your words, Your Princeliness."