He huffs out a breathless laugh. Please excuse Iseul for being an always prepared sort. Or maybe somewhere, deep in the recesses of his mind, he planned for this. Maybe it's better to let Damian think that than be aware that, prior to right now, Iseul might possibly have been a little bit slutty.

He glances toward discarded cape pooled on the ground near their feet, then nods toward it. "There's a pocket hidden inside..." And inside that pocket is what they need. Iseul would get it himself, but he's rather wrapped up in Damian's arms at the moment.