<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>Jiroph had given Kira a neutral stare, he had no quarrel with her. But he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at her when she seemed to imply that his sword's size reflected his combat prowess. If that was the case then it should have been much bigger. The quick response he managed to say before he heard the flapping of wings once again was this:<strong>"I'm no one on any streets and glad to stay that way."</strong>Then he whipped around to face the same thing she did, the winged elf flying in. What a thing to get him ready for a fight. He should have been lucky that Asvett had pushed him so insistently.<br/><br/>Thinking that it was probably a better idea then getting into a fight with the orc, and possibly the rest of the staff, he quickly turned to start towards the door. But just before he did, he fished out a platinum coin and tossed it onto the man laid out on the table before stepping up the pace and going into the room. The first thing he did after entering was to turn around and watch the door, just to be sure that no one would be barging in after. Once a few seconds passed and he was sure they were safe, his hands went to his belt where he took off the sword and laid it down near the wall. He looked at Asvett and apologized.<br/><br/><strong>"I didn't need him saying certain words so loudly. It was the fastest way to shut him up as well, I'm sorry."</strong>He looked at the tub and then back at her, thinking that she was quite resourceful. His eyes weren't playful though and his lips weren't curled up in his smile. The mood she had worked to get him in had been seemingly back to square one. At least though, he was merely serious instead of morose. Erica was far from his mind.