'Uh huh. That's it. This is love, that's gotten me up in the middle of the night..' he continued to grouse, as she pulled him out of the room. In reality, she was making far more noise than he was, but he chose not to comment on that for now. He'd comment on it later. Maybe. Maybe not. He'd probably have forgotten by then. But anyhow, it was fairly dark in there, and if you were used to dodging mage.. things. They tended to walk around with quite large sticks, and sometimes large pendants and much flowier robes than the templars had.. But if you were used to dodging that sort of thing, he supposed that dodging bits of iron, and.. Yes. It was probably different.
The pair of them made it to the door after what seemed like a veritable eternity, and far too much noise, and paused. Presumably she was checking for patrolling templars, but he was mildly occupied with suddenly realising he hadn't eaten supper and trying to figure out how he would convince people that she'd kidnapped him rather than just tempting him with 'fun'.
'The stockroom?' He considered that for a moment. It seemed like there would likely be people there.. Which also seemed.. Counter-intuitive. But then. What the hell. 'I want to be back in bed, mostly.'