By the time that Ursula was out on the balcony, the drow was already there, standing in the shadow of the door frame. With a casual kick, he closed one of the doors behind them. The air was cold, but the shirtless elf didn't pay it any heed as he closed the other door behind him and Ursula, turninng to face her. Brushing his hair out of his face, Velve moved to sit on the same brick rail that Ursula was leaning on, looking down on her expectantly.<br/><br/>"So, what was it that could not be spoken of inside?" the assassin asked curiously, his arms crossed lightly in front of him, his expression empty save for an intrigued flicker in his red eyes.