Ashya giggled, finding it far too amusing to see him remaining so steadfastly grumpy. "Don't be such a baby, I didn't hurt you." She heard the telling clanking of armor coming from a corridor and dragged Loic quickly down a different one until the templar went by. They hadn't done anything yet and she didn't want to be packed off to bed already.
"Does that mean you want to break into the upper levels instead?" she asked Loic with a bright smile that promised agreement to that plan if so. That was, of course, on her list - except much further down. First the stockroom, then the upper levels, and eventually the world. All great plans developed like so.
"You're hungry? Really? We can go get some food as well, first," the blonde said, remembering fondly the late night snack she'd just had. There was always room for more. "See, aren't you glad I woke you up? You might have died by morning. It's all that sword fighting you do. When are you going to teach me to fight like you, hmm?"
The girl giggled gleefully at his reaction to her blatant disregard for rules. "Where's the fun in being so stodgy, Ikey?" she teased him. "I'm already working on developing a maniacal laugh for when I decide to go all evil. Isn't that what you're here for, anyway? Make sure we don't go crazy and lose our heads." She did realise the importance of certain rules, such as staying away from blood magic, but staying away from a stockroom could hardly compare to that, could it? What harm could there be in that?