baycliff drapes his left arm around amitas naked shoulder for love and protection in the hunter green leather cowboy duster that barely slides against the un-even wooden planks across the platform paired with his bite-nats gray thickly padded leather vest over the white silk shirt as his right arm snakes with the glittering real brass metal prosthesis scattered with small adornments of rotating wheels , secret pouches of sharp knives and flipping lids of itching powders inside his defense armor .