Georg's guest, of course, can see perfectly in the pitch dark...but the human doesn't need to know that, and so Kronid hovers just a little too close behind as they walk, like a moth drawn to the candlelight. More than close enough to hear the way Georg is breathing, for certain.

It isn't going to take much to get him into the room, he knows that much.

Smiling, he reaches out to rest a cold hand upon his forearm, stroking just an inch or so downward.

"I really can't thank you enough, Georg. This is nicer than anywhere I have slept...perhaps ever."