The black-clad Halfling glances at Piav, forced to tilt her head back to look at the Cleric's face, her hands resting on her hips.  "Curse?  You mean the kinda curse that befalls a fool who just goes pawing at any and every opening within reach, without giving it a good looking-over, first?  'Cause, if that's what you mean, then yeah.  I know better than to put my hands places I haven't thoroughly inspected."  She smirks and turns to peer up at the house again, squinting a bit.<br/><br/>"I'd buy you a drink first, but we just don't have time to do this all romantic-like.  So, we're just gonna get down and dirty."  She strolls up to the door, eyes open and examining the ground leading<em>up</em>to the door, and, should she reach it unscathed, she gives the portal a good, long, in-depth inspection.  She crouches to examine the base of the door, and the jamb, and then stands up on her tip-toes to peer up at the top, then both sides.  The edges thoroughly investigated, she starts checking on the front of the door, every inch peered at, before taking her sweet time to oogle the naked demon sigils.  She's just doing her job, damn it!  It isn't her fault her job involves looking at the medieval equivalent of porn.<br/><br/>((Going to be using Trapsense here, O' Mighty DM!))