No...

"Well... uh... you see..." Rolga stutters out as she squeezes her thighs together and accidentally pinches her own nipples. "I wanted her to take her clothes off. I-I-I mean f-for safety! I'm... I'm not a pervert!"

Hunk continues to shift his gaze between the usually unflappable dwarf and the frightened, cowering girl he rescued earlier. Hilda still hasn't moved from under the table and is still (unintentionally) giving him a V.I.P. showing of her most intimate treasures.

He blushes and feels himself getting warm. Like, REALLY warm. Hot even.

"By the Gods!" Rolga screams. "Sire! You're on fire!"

Hunk leaps up, screaming as the fire crawls up his cape.

"HELP! HEEEEEEEEELP! I'M ON FIRE!" The terrified nobleman yells as he runs around the forge.

Rolga freezes in terror, incapable of taking decisive action (that's why she became a blacksmith instead of a warrior) as smoke starts to fill the forge (well, more than it usually does anyway).

That's when Hilda, hearing the pained, unanswered pleas of her secret sweetums leaps into action.