"Good," he answered, then realised how foolish and paranoid he must have sounded, and flushed a little, the colour creeping up the visible portion of his cheek.

It was less that he was worried about an attack (the other posted guards he'd passed on the way here were more than enough protection after all), it was more the fact that his arm guards made any attempts at gentile into an awkward fumble, usually with a less than desired outcome.

He followed her order regardless, taking his instructed seat and unfastening the clasps on the plates on his arms, and following the action by removing his gloves. Kushina probably wouldn't rest until he'd done as she suggested, so he figured it was probably in his best interests to just get the baby-holding over with as little fuss as possible - and hopefully no casualties.