Guy blinked, glancing between her outstretched hand and the source of the light, a little glass orb hanging from the ceiling. He looked at her warily. "Is it safe?" he asked. He'd never her of this eleky thing she was talking about, and it all seemed a bit dodgey to him. Perhaps it was some kind of witch craft in which case he didn't want anything to do with it. He already had enough reasons to be going to Hell, he didn't need to add consorting to the Devil to that list. Consorting with Vaisey was enough, he was sure.
Guy looked at Marian again before taking a little step towards the open door of her appartment. He may have been wary, but he couldn't help but be curious to know where it was she lived. He'd been to Knighton when she had lived there, before he'd burnt it down, and he'd been in her room in the castle a couple of times, but this was her individual space. He couldn't help but want to be a little bit nosey.