Gered slumps his shoulders at the thought of getting between the two. "Ahri has the memory of a steel trap... that's been left out in the rain... for thirty years. She will be over it in a day or two." Nodding to Sanae he thinks to himself. "But did she have to choose my room to do it?" Grumbling to himself he looked off absentmindedly before blinking a few times. "Oh but I'm rambling on, should we go to your room or one of the baths?"