Emily quirked an eyebrow at Kratos as he stalked off, then quickly returned her attention back to Raphael, "Actually, a movie sounds wonderful!" She glanced at Rylie, but the demoness shook her head and waved them off, "I'll pass. You two can go cuddle up with a movie. Just... Just... Meh. Be responsible? I guess?"<br/><br/>"Right, right. What are you going to do, Ry?"<br/><br/>"I dunno," she replied with a shrug, I was thinking about examining that sword I just got; I'm not sure I'm cut out to be a swordsman. Swordswoman. Demoness. Thing. Whatever, my point is I was going to see if I couldn't convince it to change its shape for me into something less pointy. A staff, maybe. After that, I'm not sure. Maybe just a walk around."<br/><br/>"That sounds dreadful," Emily commented dryly, "You should go find Kratos and offer to help with his 'problem,'" She sketched quotes in the air with her fingers, "Though knowing you two, you'll probably end up in the same place regardless. Have fun!" With a little giggle, the blond grabbed the cat-familiar's hand and proceeded to drag him out of the kitchen in down the hall. Rylie watched them go, her expression a mix of incredulity and amusement as Emily could still be heard: "Wait... I'm going in completely the wrong direction, aren't I?"<br/><br/>Shaking her head, the demoness rose from her seat and retrieved her sword. It was a beautiful weapon, and she almost felt bad about asking it to change forms for her. Still, she traced a finger over the blade, following the path of the lightning within it. At her unspoken request, the sword lengthened and blunted, becoming a quarter staff. Rylie smiled; this was much more her pace.<br/><br/>"Well. That was easy enough." She leaned her staff back against the wall, she was sure she'd be learning to fight properly with it later. For now... For now, a head-clearing walk sounded good. Trying to keep her mind off of Kratos and the still foreign feelings he created within her, she set off. She walked one of the quieter halls for a few minutes before hesitating as she nearly passed a door. Rylie frowned slightly, listening. Within, she was sure she could hear water.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That's odd. I must've passed this same door three times between last night and today... And I know there wasn't water before.</span>Curiosity winning over reason, Rylie turned the handle and slipped in. To say she was unprepared for the sight before her would be an understatement, but we're going with that anyway.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Damn.</span>Was the singular, approving thought as she stared at him. Although the only thing that left her mouth was an unbidden, slightly hoarse, throaty moan.