"Iz made vell...envious..." Luciel mused while trying to offer a friendly smile, lifting a hand to their antlers which were curiously and crudely pointed as if whittled into shape, motioning that his head was crowded as it was and he had no interest in taking the hat from her. Realizing he was staring, he took another step back as the woman seemed  put off by his behavior. As interesting as he found the [i]'leech thing'[/i] after getting a better look at it from a distance, Gish's comment of warning tamed his curiosity. Making a small 'mph' sound in acknowledgement, he blindly bumped into the figure who had introduced themselves in the process of turning around to find the source of the approaching sound.

Luciel was never a fan of metal armor; on top of its clunky difficulty to use, many sets possessed aesthetic arrangements and imposing connotations not unlike the winged helmet which looked down at the two. There was something else besides the humanoid stature and dull crimson armor that made his hair stand up. With a shrug, he retreated into the fabric of the tapestry, lifting it up over his nose while looking over the knight. Clutching the heavy cloth with one hand, his other rested on the sheathed shortsword obscured within as the strange instinctual sensations compelled him to be cautious. Luciel was thankful that Gish had spoken up, lending him the resolve to back up her redirection.

"Yeh. Wandered in..." He softly explained to discredit his ability to help the man by half admitting to being lost, "...zehy ver here first ehn vould know more."
As tempted as he was to continue on about how he expected the cave to be abandoned and not intending on staying for long, let alone introducing himself to others, Luciel figured it would come off as rambling.
The figure he now knew as 'Gish' seemed to know what they were talking about and didn't appear to be afraid to say it. On a whim, he trusted her experience through his hesitance to doubt her in favor of learning about the human-looking figured first hand.