'Getting food is fun?' he asked, half around a mouthful of sandwich. 'Was that the fun part? Are we finished?' He sighed as she answered his question, his face falling even as hers picked up, and then followed her out of the kitchen, not even bothering to glare at her as she pulled a bit of cheese off his sandwich. By this point, he was used to her lack of awareness for personal space and property. Anything in reach was in game, as far as some people seemed to be concerned. It was a concept that he still didn't understand completely. He had managed to toss another 'thank you' over his shoulder towards the ever-helpful Tranquil in the kitchens, forgetting that they didn't need them, but for the most part, the pair seemed to leave the kitchen as quickly as they had arrived.
'Yes. It's one of my few talents. Exceptional truth-telling.' He took another big bite of his sandwich, halfway gone already, tripped over the floor a little, and continued following the slender girl. 'Of course I would. What spare key?'
'You do realise there are other people in the Tower, yes? None of your magical brethren know how to hold swords? Pointy end goes awaaaayy from the body.' He grinned at her, though it faded when she found his comment a little more amusing than he'd thought she might. Of course, as per usual, her teasing brought him back up to form, and he chuckled a bit as she flipped her hair about and pretended to be the sort of person who did that on a regular basis. As if that were even possible. 'Uh huh. Do you know how to do that?' He was fairly certain she wasn't a girl who had or would ever swoon. She seemed far too self-aware and assured to do something so.. Well, flattering, certainly, but silly.
He finished off the last bit of his sandwich as they reached the foot of the stairs, stuffing the last part into his mouth and wiping the crumbs off on his trousers. Following her up to the next level, he glanced around as they reached the hallway, seeing no patrolling Templars, nor any roaming mages or the like. Seemed clear. The stockroom wasn't hard to pick out; being as guarded and mysterious as it was basically just cemented its location in the minds of all those who held an iota of curiosity within them. He quietly walked over to it, and tried the handle. Locked, of course. He turned to look at her.
'Now what?' he all but whispered. For some reason, getting closer to the objective seemed to mean a greater risk of danger. Even though that was silly.