Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"Ah." Would be the simple response, something seeming mildly amused behind it while she listened to the continuation of explanation from the bard. "Mm, I suspect you shall." The passive confirmation of terms wasn't given much thought to but only delivered after the bard made comment about invading the smiths living room. There was little else Ari could find at this point of which Aspel was hiding, and quite frankly, at this point, she knew precisely how to hide it and what to be careful of. While Aspel wasn't 100% certain she was entirely comfortable with another person so readily invading her personal space on any sort of regular basis, the notion of having someone, Ari specifically, to spend private time with, from time to time, seemed to becoming a more and more appealing option as time had gone on recently. They had known each other for some years, but only recently had they really started to get particularly well acquainted.
Aspel couldn't help the low chuckle that slipped out. The idea of some summoned beast fitting in any inside space aside from a great ball room was almost laughable. Admittedly, when her own was called forth, he was a bit on the smaller side and 'The Armory' actually did have rather high ceilings... It actually had been part of the reason why she picked the place. "It may be wiser." Was the brief commentary after Ari's truth on the matter. "They are not likely to be quiet." At least hers certainly wasn't, he constantly made rough grumblings and tossed his emotions about, letting her know full well his desires on a situation at any given time. It'd nearly driven her mad near the beginning.
Another shift was taken in her seat, a bit of discomfort creeping into her posture before Aspel leaned forward, stabbing with a sharp thrust at some of the vegetables with her fork. "Trusting you is not the only item with which I hold issue." The fork was raised half way and eyes lingered over it. This should be such a simple thing, but why was it so hard? The smith fidgety slightly before bringing the fork up and taking a bite.