Seeing her turn another shade of red, Alex couldn't help but smile a bit more than before as she trembled under his touch. He liked the feeling of her trembles, the feeling of her muffled warmth through his grip padded gloves. He licked the interior of his lips slightly as she relaxed and allowed him to simply massage her. Watching as she looked up at him, he'd listen to her ask him to show her the way to the west wing. Chuckling a little though, he would softly state,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"Appraise,"</span></span>and with that a translucent box appeared beside her which held a handful of information.<br/><br/><dl class="codebox"><dt>Appraisal and Status Screens | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><div style="background-color:#8000ff; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt; Appraisal &gt;</span></div><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Name</span> – Analyn Baldier<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age</span> – Eighteen<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Race</span> – Half Elf<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Place of Origin </span>– Village of Vanitia [ Defunct ]<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Occupation</span> – Subordinate Adventurer<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Net Worth</span> – 5,000 Gold (Stave, Dress, Choker and Whip)</span></div></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><div style="background-color:#800000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt; Status &gt;</span></div><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Name</span> – Alexander A. Gelt<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age</span> – Twenty Nine<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Race</span> – Human<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Place of Origin </span>– A Parallel World<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Occupation</span> – Dungeon Administrator and Business Man.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Net Worth</span> – 5,000,000,000 Gold (All Belongings, Treasures &amp; Possessions within Dungeon)</span></div></td></tr></table></dd></dl><br/>With a single glance over the handful of information which he was given, he nodded slightly to her request for the whole being shown the way to the wing. Considering she was able to see his windows when he summoned them by voice command, she would have been able to see the same information as well. Her village was defunct, a reminder that it no longer existed or at least no longer functioned as it used to.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"Status"</span></span>He would state which would close out the one which appeared for her and showed his own box of information. Now she was able to see information on him, and now she was able to call him by either his first or his last name which ever she chose.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"You can just call me Alec if you'd like."</span></span>he would state with a slight nod before gently releasing her shoulders as he answered her. Gently he would lean forward above her, his face only a few centimeters from hers; his lips lined up with her forehead and his trimmed beard lightly brushing against it.<br/><br/>With an absent expression on his face, a dull look in his eyes, he would allow his arms to rest on her shoulders as he was doing this and tilted his head to the side a bit.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"Mind if I call you Ana?"</span></span>He'd ask curiously as his eyes would observe her skin closely. Not only did he think it was soft to the touch, but it was also soft on the eyes. How much could he stretch her cheeks with his hands, he wondered. Closing his eyes partially, he stood up straight again, but kept his arms clasped in font of her now.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"Oh and uh... Since you're wearing the choker, just say <span style="font-style: italic">Mini-Map,</span> you'll be able to navigate the grounds of the dungeon, including the forest, cave systems, and the cliff side without getting lost. You'd also always be able to find a monster or me where ever you go."</span></span>He'd state, pretty much saying that she'd be able to never get lost that easily while she is inside of the dungeon zone. Though that also meant, she could never hide from him, he'd always know where she was and who was around her.