He continues to take in the details of his surroundings, enjoying her amused smile at his small bit of humor when commenting on her entry hall. Enjoying the play of light from the flames in the torches across the stone walls and the hue of her gown. "Really Morgana, your keep is quite manificent. It knows you."

When she moves to walk he easily takes her arm. He can feel a jolt of energy between her touch and his. Magic meets magic of different origins perhaps, both old, both practiced, both powerful. He moves his mind a bit to see if he can sense if they are alone.