Cutter was eager to get inside and followed her very closely.  He was probably peering up her dress, but it wasn't as if he hadn't already seen what was there.  Still, guys had this notion like every pantyshot was their first or something.  Such simple minds probably.  Though once she started setting a floor plan, more like a restriction list, the halfling groaned.  "Those are... a lot of rules huh..." he murmured.  He should've figured she would do something like this, but he was probably hoping Krystal would be in the mood for something tonight.  Sex wasn't something that had crossed his mind, at least not yet.  He rather enjoyed playing a round of cards before bed, but he would have to do with just the bed itself.  It was better than what he usually had.  "Alright alright, I get it..." he uttered with a twinge of disappointment as he hopped up on his bed and just laid down, grumbling to himself though not exactly sleeping.<br/><br/>Downstairs, Krystal was alone in the quiet tavern, as it tended to be.  If she gazed at the stairs every so often, she wouldn't see Cutter there.  It appeared the halfling was at least staying true to her directions, probably so his hand didn't get added to the trophy room.  Yet as she washed her dress with only her panties to cover body, she felt like someone was watching her.  The candlelight flickered back and forth, as if a breeze had come inside, yet all the windows were closed.  Try as she might, she didn't see Cutter anywhere.