Gideon followed Beliya out into the clearing, thankful for the lack of pressing questions. The breeze, allowed to flow due to the lack of expression began to sway Gideon's hair, his nose upturning as he slowly inhaled the air and looked to the sky. The air was still too humid, but there was little that could be done to change that beyond burning down the entire area. Listening to Beliya he set his hand behind his head; stretching out his back. "I doubt I'd grow tired of you from a simple self-introduced summary." Gideon states, as if defending himself, "Though I might be slightly tiresome in your eyes." He smiles warmly, gazing around the treeline of the clearing, as if deciphering between the movement of brush and any grimm in the area, "Is there a time limit?"