"Don't touch them!" Far from sounding angry, his shout sounds oddly panicked. He's off the bed in an instant, grabbing hold of her bodily and pulling her back from them.

As soon as her senses clear she'll realise he still has his arms around her, looking at the gauntlets. Well. He's very big and very warm and smells rather nice. When he's not ranting he's... not bad-looking at all, really. The tableau stretches for another couple beats. Then he looks at her.

He freezes and then slowly lifts his hands from her.