"Have you ever taken off a full set of armour? It isn't quick." He's grasping for indignation, and just about manages it but mostly he just sounds wearily grateful.

Interesting. Knowledge is in your grasp, and yet. There's a warning note, in that soft voice.

Zerxus can't hear him, of course, so he just focuses on getting the rest of his armor off and spreading it across various satchels. (Well, his outer armour; the gambeson has stayed.)