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Erimael decides he doesn't know how to feel about the Horn showing his attributes; there's a deep, imploring curiosity beginning to bloom behind his sternum and in his gut, he wants to see more of Phenex, all of it. He wants to observe him and make the judgement on this bond from there. It doesn't have to be a bad thing.
Then again, Erimael thinks... It's a Horn he's talking about. Yes, there are exceptions to the unspoken 'all Horns are assholes' rule, but Erim wasn't the type to hand out benefit of the doubt like free samples.
He shook his head at Phenex, although he let the little signature charismatic-amused smile touch his lips while he shook his head. "I do have wings, towers aren't exactly my largest adversary. And I'm the farthest thing from a damsel in distress, thank you." The tone remained even, joking.
"I think I should like to meet this Alastor. Perhaps he can teach me how best to torment you," Erim says with a quirked eyebrow, then, in a lower voice, "As a Horn I'm sure you have the tactics set out to sleep with them all should you have the interest, Phenex. I have full faith in your abilities as an unclean creature."
Erimael doesn't move his arm as Phenex' claws click out, he's more than aware that if the Horn wanted to hurt him, he would let the claws hit flesh right away. Erim smirked at Phenex. "Watch yourself, child, if you're to spend time around me you really do have to expect that," then, "Do tell me about this mysterious hotel."
He grimaced a little at the mention of assisted escapes. "Well," he reasons, "You don't look horribly heavy. My rank was high enough before Banishment, I could handle the weight." He looks up at the sky again, fixing the grey clouds with a death-glare.
"Hm. After ground rules I elect we find something strong to drink and you show me those horns of yours, Horn. Your claws are a bit drab, I can only expect I won't be disappointed with your more prominent feature?"