Neron slips into the bedroom the moment she invites him, emerging out of the darkness and into a place he never dreamed he'd see, honestly. And yet here he is, on a whim. "I bet this is a change from when you were captain," he says, gesturing to the lofty apartments of the Palace, though in comparison to the Glacier, the rooms may as well be a grey nothing. His eyebrows raise at her question, Neron spreading his hands as if it should be obvious by his very presence before her.
"Oh, you know. Just... sneaking through the Palace where most of the guards and personnel hate my guts, up to the Warden's personal abode to sneak in and woo her with my charm. Or is that still playing it too safe for you?" He inquires, his grin wide enough to show the tips of fangs.
