Arafel's decision to lend a hand was keeping Dalen from laughing at the outfit the man had put together. He'd sooner go naked than be caught wearing that, but in a sense it did give a touch of hilarity ot the situation at least. Still, he had little time to think about that when Lilith actually paid a compliment to the man, which stilled at least his tongue. If Lilith was going to do that, mocking him afterwards would be rather petty, no matter what the state of his dress.<br/><br/>Hearing Noemi's question and raising his head a bit to lift a brow at her, he said nothing more, the crack of that whip drawing his attention back towards her. Brief thought came to mind to make a run for it if she chose to give a 'delayed punishment' for his wisecracking, but it thankfully seemed that was not her intension at least not yet. Perhaps simply not just in that way, he thought grimly as he found himself holding a shovel a moment later.<br/><br/><strong>"Hmmh, hardly a fair trade I'd reckon, take away a man's blissful view and hand him a thankless job of digging up dead fellas. Still, we gotta get that stuff up so figure I'll just get to it, but wouldn't mind help from the rest of you, this might still take a while otherwise."</strong>He held the shovel in a firm grip and began to dig into the sands, having decided to do his part well at least. Seeing the storm cloud appear did catch his attention though.<br/><br/><strong>"Bloody useful, that magic somedays."</strong>Uncharacteristically, he decided not to stare. Instead he turned his attention to the job at hand and began digging. He'd been staring at her chest and ass long enough for today, and though only a blind man wouldn't want to look, there was a point where it was just plain rude and lazy. They had a job to do and drooling over the shapeliness of her bosom, the way the water ran along it, the poetry in motion of the droplets dance on her skin, ahh, the cruel fates conspired to put him in a position where he had to wage discipline and getting the job done against the more natural instinct of staring and committing the beautiful visions to memory for those nights when he might not have the right company to chase away the boredom.