Syra blushes and ignores his comment. Pretending she hadn't heard it. By the time they'd gotten into the room lit by a bunch of crimson lights. There was magic books, tools, items, and just about anything you'd need for the spells, encantations, chants, and other things of that nature. She looks around. Smiling. "I've missed this place." she says more to herself than to him. She looks at him. "Yes. It is exactly as I left it. My mother was an extremely powerful magi. Unless I invite or bring someone with unholy origin and he was the devil himself...they wouldn't be able to get through the threshold." she pauses. "Why? I like it this way. I know where everything is. And contrary to belief...it is organized. Its just an organized chaos. Much more comfortable to me." she says with a small giggle.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Jace continues to follow her. "Can you describe the surroundings to me?" he asks softly. Turning his head to her. His expression on his face was hopeful. As he never took the silk cloth from around his eyes. He smiles. Her hand was soft and he greatly enjoyed holding it within his own. Which was such a strange thought. For he'd never been much on the public displays thing. But with her it just felt right and natural.</span>