Joel was not concerned with Elena's questions just yet, instead more focused on getting her properly ready to move. He turned to the makeshift bag that was her cloak and fumbled with the knot he had tied. She was not going to get all of her possessions back. But he could not do with having her following him in the nude... at least, not without reason. It was when his hand had pulled free her shirt from within the tangled confines of the bag that he had heard her sudden movement. With a smirk, he simply set the shirt aside and reached in for her pants. He simply set them atop the shirt and knotted the fabric closed again. "I did not say that this would be your home and grave, assassin," Joel said, standing upright in his own disjointed way and turning to face her.<br/><br/>Her body nearly pressed against his was not something he had expected. It was not unwelcome, but for a moment, he was curious as to why she chose to get close to him instead of make a break for the cave entrance. As her hands danced across his form and wrapped almost in a loving way around his neck, Joel simply stood there. With her attitude earlier and the most recent attempt to do... something, he had not assumed that she would so easily become attached to him. He still did nothing, however, wanting to see how this played out and trusting the magic of that odd hermit. Even with the kiss, he was left at a loss, though he could not help himself from leaning in to it a bit. It wasn't until she nibbled at his lip did he finally realize what she was doing. She was testing the limits of the collar, to see what she could and could not get away with. A deadened smirk hung on his lips as she finally left him, dissatisfied with her new lot in life.<br/><br/>Joel's horrid stone appendage moved between them, coming to rest on her womanhood. From the thumb, a small bit of static began to build before discharging a small, near harmless shock to her clit. "Because I wish to sleep without risk," Joel said, before removing Elena from his grasp and him from her own. Without much else, he turned and grabbed the cloak-turned-bag and tossed it over his shoulder. Joel lumbered to the cave entrance slowly, before stopping by the entry stone. "Get dressed and come," he said, his voice a bit more fatigued. Today had been a dead day, and too much had been done. So there was no use in stopping now. He stood there, waiting for her to approach. There was no real goal in mind for Joel, so there was no route to plan. He was content to simply walk until he felt he no longer needed to or was able to. It would at least bring him some entertainment to see how his assassin would react to this new life.