While he wasn't one to admit it, the moment that the metal upon Amelie's person had been removed to revel that the process also destroyed a bit of what the metal was connected to... namely her shirt, the knight had turned his head away from her with due speed while his cheeks were warmer then he was exactly comfortable with. From the sound of it some of the others had been able to provide spare clothing, which was good because as much as he admire Amelie's natural beauty he wasn't on good enough terms to see her in such a state...

Of course, things quickly got underway to take his mind off of the lack of clothing that Amelie was wearing; Namely the fact that they were flying through the air in some strange realm of madness. Closing his eyes tightly in order to avoid staring into what he could only consider to be the realm of daemons itself in its rawest form, he tried to keep his breathing level and calm so as to appear calm to those around him while listening to the two 'knights' discuss where they were going and what was likely to happen when they got there. He would make his judgements when he got there and had a better personal grasp of the situation.

It was only when he heard the discussion behind him about how Amelie had a arrived and why she suspected that she was here... as well as the 'backlash' of her magic. While he still kept his eyes closed in order to avoid staring into madness itself, Fortune felt the need to speak up a little. It was a gamble reveling what he had dedicated, but he strongly felt the need to get his allies at least on par with him. "The reason you are having difficulty with your magic is because we are not in the physical world. From what I have seen and from what I've heard, we are currently the 'guests' of a daemon... or at the very least a powerful sorcerer. Either way, we seem to be trapped in their own personal realm..."