It's not breaking the rules if I live here

It was all Erik could do to hide his relief that his companion was content to not dance for now. He'd do it because he liked her, and he'd do it because Tate said to just follow her lead. Really, he's going mostly with his gut and the advice granted by his older brother. How good that advice was? While Erik couldn't be sure, Bramble did look really happy to see him. Then again, there was Ember's reaction too. There was something strange in his chest, fuck why was she looking at him like that? Why did he like it?

Though they weren't really sneaking, they were... yeah they were sorta sneaking. Erik knows the game they play, and he knows how to play along. It helps that he doesn't say much, so it's hard to give away the plan. The real scale of the castle from the inside catches him off guard. Being indoors was strange, new to him. Something about it feels strange, different. A cryptid wearing his only nice dress shirt and some of his older brother's cologne.

As they step into the armory, the boy is openly enchanted. His gaze bright, burning as it sweeps over the weapons. Some of it was finery the likes of which he'd never seen, and then the armor too. Thoughts swirling in his head as he pads slowly among them, a kid in a candy shop. Deadly sharp, a material the likes of which he's unfamiliar. It wasn't like anything they made in the forges, or shaped from obsidian they found on the volcano beside the maw. Curious, though he knows better than to touch any of it.

"You make these?" A question, coming with the rough voice. His gaze settling on the tools, curious. Brilliantly curious, as he takes a step closer, taking in the set up with interest. Right, looking but not touching, though the fascination was clear in the way he took them in.
"Speech"