He followed after her, gaze lingering on her body as she walked ahead of him and pointed out things in his new room. A crooked grin pulled at his lips, spreading across his face easily in a charming sort of way.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Oh, I don't believe I require a balcony. My own rooms back at the castle had one, though, and there were these roses that grew up around it. Beautiful dark red..."</span>The statement drifted off somewhat, and then she was excusing herself, so he simply nodded and moved after her to close the door behind her.<span style="color: #FF0000">"and you can count on a knock on the door at some point,"</span>He promised it with a mischievous glint in the eye that was masked as soon as the door shut solidly between them.<br/><br/>That was when he turned, dropped his bags at the foot of his bed, and strode towards the bathroom. Perhaps a hot bath would straighten out his goals in his head, make him stop fantasizing about Aria as if he were a stupid boy. The steamy water felt like heaven on his skin and not too long after he entered it, he found himself trying not to doze off in the bath, which was taken as a sign that he ought to get out. When he did so he pulled on a pair of dark, silken sleeping pants and ran a hand through his wet hair, making it fall into its usual disarray.<br/><br/>Xander stood at his door a moment, half clothed, debating going out there to knock on her door for no apparent reason. He did suppose he would have to think up one though, and glanced around the room a moment. However, he couldn't find anything readily apparent that he could use as an excuse, so he just walked out of the door, closing it softly behind him, and slipped over to hers. His knuckles brushed the hard wood lightly, the knock that sounded out barely the whisper of noise in the darkness.