 So Ravie Not the Abraxan
Silas smiled and let his hand drop to his side. The candles certainly were a nice touch. "Ah, I see. And it doesn't get lonely?" Silas looked at her quizzically, though he wasn't sure why he'd asked that question.
"Well, I don't mind a mess, but I totally understand. I look forward to seeing the rest of if when it's ready." He smiled, gently. Taking her hand in his, he said, "I am your guest today, so whatever you would like us to do, I will oblige." He paused, "as long as it's not toooo crazy." He raised an eyebrow at her. For all he knew, she'd planned some sort of flying, swimming spell-casting triathlon.
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