Demetri admired the sorceress as she rose from the tub, and her words of Varon holding onto his key had him eyeing the elf breifly, but his gaze inevitably went back to Ariana as she bent over to retrieve Elisia's key. It was then that Varon's words caught the fighter off guard, and he turned to regard the nude elf. Nudity might have been a problem for Elisia, but for Demetri it was fairly normal. Both of his parents preferred to be in the buff, as well as most of his siblings, and they had that privilege not being a part of the military, they normally had more wealth than him.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, she is..."</strong>He said vacantly to Ariana's question of whether Elisia was hiding in the reception room that was just down the hall, but he didn't really have a lot into it, his attention was on their elven companions mood change. Sure he was prone to mood swings, but compared to what he'd been like a few hours ago that was a one eighty degree twist.<strong>"I'll leave the door open until you get up there, then..."</strong>He said somewhat worried about the elf who in fact did at times take his jokes too far for the Galtean's liking, but most of them were harmless.<br/><br/>Demetri took the key, and turned around with a shake of his head, his eyes trailing over Ariana's form.<em>And that's why Half Elves make such good slaves..."</em>He thought wistfully of the sorceress's figure as he walked by her, getting a smell of her as he did such. He looked back to her briefly, before walking through the door to see the oracle seeming to have a inner struggle.<strong>"She's got your key, but she's in her summer suit."</strong>He said to the lady of the White Covenant, and he was already sorely missing the blush he would miss when she walked into that room.<br/><br/>He stopped though, and smiled at her.<strong>"Or you could come with me."</strong>He said as he held up his key for a second, and then walked on, poorly whistling a Galtean war song as he did such. He made his way to the room, opening it before he scanned around, and he nodded his head at the single room with five or six doors that led to other rooms, presumably bedchambers. He moved to the center of the room where he sat down on a chair, and began removing his armor. He didn't even search to see if Elisia had followed him, but rather went about cleaning his armor and weapons meticulously. They'd been dropped in water, and magical or not, he wasn't risking his armor and weapons getting rusted.