[John has beheaded a demon that took the form of something like a dragon, does that count? He didn't exactly have a chat with it beforehand to know if bodily functions remained the same.
He notes Dorian taking the choices into careful consideration, a good sign. After the selection is made John inclines his head in the direction of the stairwell to indicate that he understands. He notes the displeased look on Dorian's face an shrugs as if to say 'what can you do?' He's not going to apologize for a house, but they'll make the best of it. As they walk along the wall one in front of the other, John's hand drifts back, brushing against the fabric of Dorian's uniform for confirmation that he is following closely.
As they grow nearer to the stairwell the physical confirmation becomes less necessary. Light illuminates shadow and for the moment two magical snacks are left completely exposed should any Aranean happen to pass by. They need to move quickly, but there is one perk of the thing. John turns, indulging himself in a glimpse of Dorian and a quick touch to his face before things grow dark again. In an uncertain situation, he appreciates having a constant in Dorian's mustache efforts.
There's only room on the narrow spiral stairwell to allow for moving single file. John takes the lead, obviously, and does his best to step with haste. Upon reaching the bottom he can make out a wide expanse of an empty room with what look like promising barrels on the distant other side. With greed on his mind and a gleam in his eye John takes off in a run... and activates a series of arrows that shoot from either side of the wall. He immediately shuffles away, tripping backward in haste and landing on the stone floor.]
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He notes Dorian taking the choices into careful consideration, a good sign. After the selection is made John inclines his head in the direction of the stairwell to indicate that he understands. He notes the displeased look on Dorian's face an shrugs as if to say 'what can you do?' He's not going to apologize for a house, but they'll make the best of it. As they walk along the wall one in front of the other, John's hand drifts back, brushing against the fabric of Dorian's uniform for confirmation that he is following closely.
As they grow nearer to the stairwell the physical confirmation becomes less necessary. Light illuminates shadow and for the moment two magical snacks are left completely exposed should any Aranean happen to pass by. They need to move quickly, but there is one perk of the thing. John turns, indulging himself in a glimpse of Dorian and a quick touch to his face before things grow dark again. In an uncertain situation, he appreciates having a constant in Dorian's mustache efforts.
There's only room on the narrow spiral stairwell to allow for moving single file. John takes the lead, obviously, and does his best to step with haste. Upon reaching the bottom he can make out a wide expanse of an empty room with what look like promising barrels on the distant other side. With greed on his mind and a gleam in his eye John takes off in a run... and activates a series of arrows that shoot from either side of the wall. He immediately shuffles away, tripping backward in haste and landing on the stone floor.]
Bollocks.