Ezner listened carefully as Elizabeth spoke, feeling a tightening in his chest begin to creep over him. He was being presented with a bunch of different choices. He definitely didn't wish to get her house dirty with all the charcoal and soot upon his person. He knew how messy his tub became every trial after her bathed. He wasn't about to inflict that upon her or her home. It was one thing for him to clean his tub spotless constantly, but here? Hers? He wouldn't do that.

And he only had clothes at his house. 

He'd just gotten her back and he didn't want to leave her yet. He only was now realising that this conflict of choices was his own fault. He'd asked to clean up. Should he not have? None of the answers made perfect sense to him. Especially because he didn't want to take her to his house. He didn't want her to feel like he did inside of it. It was too big, it creaked a lot, it felt as though he were inside the corpse of a long dead beast.

And it was lonely.

But maybe it would be okay if she came with? He didn't feel lonely with her. He lightly chewed on the inside of his lower lip as he considered the options. His eyes were unfocused as he was thinking, his hands clenching and unclenching. Then he took in a deep breath, finding the comfort of her eyes once more. [b]"I'll go get cleaned up and changed. I would like it if you came with me. My... house isn't far from here. It shouldn't be too long."[/b]

Ezner turned back to the front door, opening it for them both, stepping through first. It was a habit he had formed while serving as Mr. Dey's bodyguard. Always enter the unknown first. Back into the chilly air sent a shiver through him. He bundled up his cloak even tighter, slipping his hands deep into his pockets in the hopes of warming them a bit. His face showed his displeasure at this chilly evening air, particularly as the winds began to whip past him.

[b]"It's not far. Three streets down, two streets over. Near to the Order of Adunih." [/b]

He descended the steps of her porch, waiting at the bottom, a soft smile on his face as he looked up at her, the moonlight catching off his eyes a bit, as he slipped a hand from his pocket, extending out in offer to her.